Dark Fiction Novels & Stories

why this happens to me only. I was now scared like hell....I switched on light and went to lift but it was not working...then I took stairs... But at the lower floor ...there were no lights. It was pitch dark. Now I actually got scared....and tears were escaping from my eyes... I have huge phobia of darkness. I can't go there...I am scared... So I went back to the cabin...and called the watchman...but he was not picking up phone...why? Please pick the phone...no one was answering... why?

Or maybe it was the doing of the hidden being in the shadows. In his groggy state, Nathaniel saw the flash of the pointed canines and the watery gleeful sparkle of evil eyes. He could feel its hunger, projected from the black mind. He could almost see its jaws dripping, yearning to lap up the gore like a starving feline. 'You...won't let me die...' Nathaniel thought, his eyes closing but he found no peace. 'You...are taunting...' A soft laugh met him as darkness fell, plunging him into dreams that Dali couldn't have painted better.

What is better than sleep to remove all the bad thoughts? I blow out all the candles except one and then lay on my bed to sleep. Complete darkness scares me. I hate being in the dark, that's why I always leave one candle. I hope deep sleep soon engulfs me so that I am away from this world at least for some time. I can be free from this life. I wish to dream about the happy life I once had. ERIC’S POV

A pale streak of moonlight illuminates a withering tree. It’s said that the Wildland’s beauty is sublime, but now the uncaring hands of darkness linger through these woods. Even with the lively leaves on the trees and beautiful shades of brown that make up the trunks, something is off. Bracts descend from the trees, but before the cotyledons hit the forest grounds, the pads turn into nothing, molding away out of existence. Some of the bark from the tree trunks wavier from the cold winds. A piece blows off, and the husk falls on the bright teal grass. The woodchip wilts away, and the dirty brown plank remnants flow in the air like smoke from burning bodies. This haunting land smells like rott

I squinted into the darkness, expecting someone to be there but found no one. I frowned, "Why are you so frightened?" In the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it.

I just wanted to get far away from her. *Narrator's pov* Damien closed the door behind him as he walked away, the music fading away. He sat in his study room with a glass in his hand. He looked pale. His eyes looked swollen from crying, and his lips were red from the wine he had been drinking. He twirled the glass in his hand indifferently as he stared into space. The knock on the door pierced through his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts. "come in" he said, his eyes resting on the glass in his hand.

Don Niko didn't save me from the hands of death only for me to betray him like this. ‘You already messed up. Retrace your fucking steps Thalia,’ my innervoice urged me, making me slip my hands into my bag. My fingers curled tightly around the gun, my heart fluttering with fear as I slowly pulled it out. In my three years of murdering people, I'd never felt so scared to shoot someone. Christ. Was this what it felt like to be dickmatized? I discarded the thought. I wasn't weak. I wasn't sentimental. It was just sex and nothing more. It didn't change the fact that he was my target to assassinate.

Hell, a dinosaur could stomp in front of me and I wouldn't notice because of the dark. My legs stopped only after a few final strides. I stopped walking and just stood. The cold air was making my body shiver badly. My head looked at the ground, and I felt a wet pool of thick liquid surrounding my foot. I saw blood, a lot of blood. On the grass, on my hands, on my clothes, and all-around despite the darkness as if a sudden light exposed those parts. The blood made me scream on the inside but my body didn't react. My eyes followed the trail of blood on their own and stopped suddenly. It took me a second to make out the body on the ground and flames suddenly appeared, burning the lifeless corps

Turning the light switch on, her eyes caught sight of an abnormality in the huge crack May made on the wall. It was as if there was smoke going through it. Suddenly Stacey felt an uneasy chilly feeling in her spine. Fortunately, she used a notebook she found on May's desk and poked it in the crack. She felt as if fear jumped out of her brain and shook her body down to her feet when the book faded from her hands. **" The sands are actually dark matter. It's a form of matter that holds all molecules of visible matter together but I don't know how it got so much that if it makes contact with visible matter, it will disintegrate it."**

“You’re alive after all these years. That means, you daughter wasn’t able to kill you.” Everyone looked at Mr. Frae as though he’d gone senile. Mr. Porche, in particular, poked Mr. Frae by the shoulder. “Are you telling me that he’s no other than the legendary Dark?” Mr. Frae looked at him straight in the eye. Michelle was amazed Mr. Porche wasn’t vomiting. With those terrible pimples, anyone would find it hard to stare at his face. “No doubt about it.” The clouds grew darker and thicker when Dark laughed. It was even worst than his voice. There’s not single humor hidden in it, just pure coldness.