Dark Fiction Novels & Stories

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

Together I woke up with a heavy feeling. It’s like there’s a heavy rock on top of me. And i felt like something is liking my face. I forcely opened my eyes and a light from the window hit my eyes. The thing who's liking my face is a fucking dog. I hate dogs the most! I wanted to pushed away the dog from me but my body is jailed by a demon. The Demon is named Seymour Rios Evans, sleeping peacefully beside me while his arms are hugging my waist and chest tightly.

~Derek's Point of View~ My best friend was the only one outside of Eve and Haven that knew about my night in the dark. I walked out of the hotel a little after 5 am and drove home, ready to bang on the apartment door below mine and wake his ass up. Heath of course thought I was nuts, that I could have easily just met a girl on a dating site for this fantasy and not had to pay $10k for it. We had both been single a very long time, both played the field, but both always came up with superficial women.

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

The front destination sign was dark, nothing but a black rectangle at first. It rattled to a stop in front of me. The doors hissed and folded open on their own. Inside: darkness. No strip lighting, no driver silhouette. It's just a yawning black mouth. Every horror writer instinct I had flared red. No. This was wrong. This was too familiar. I’d written something like this, once. A short story about a bus that only appeared to people who’d crossed a line they couldn’t uncross, ferrying them to a place that wasn’t Heaven or Hell but something worse.

I turned back again and tried to shake off the feeling, but it only grew stronger with each step I took. Suddenly, I heard a blood-curdling scream right in front of me. I froze, unable to move or breathe as a ghastly shadowy apparition materialized before me. It had a pale, almost translucent body that seemed to flicker in and out of existence but it was dark , like the shade of coal. I was rubbed my eyes hard to determine if it was real or I was imagining. But the apparition let out another ear-piercing scream before disappearing into thin air, almost hitting me on my forehead as I fell back on the ground , screaming.

I scoffed and sat on the kitchen counter. "Okay but you know I never saw him showing emotions, but that day he was so afraid. Can you imagine the man who isn't even afraid of his death or anything, is afraid of losing you?" She sighed before continuing. "Everybody has a dark past here. They haven't been born as a criminal, their fate and their past forced them to be here." She looked at me as if her eyes were saying something. I didn't know if it was sadness or pain, but her sentences made me tender a bit for the criminals.

The faintest hint of something foul lingered in the air, a disquieting reminder of the tragedies that had taken root here. Esmeralda’s flashlight flickered intermittently, revealing glimpses of long-forgotten furniture, dust-covered and distorted, casting monstrous shapes on the walls. Dryzza’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with memories of the stories she’d heard—the tales of Zachary’s descent into madness, all beginning in this cursed place.

Sitting in the dim light of my apartment, I heard the distinctive sound of a door closing from across the hall. A sinister smile crept over my face. Clay was leaving. I slid the glass door to my balcony open and peered down to see his black car pull out of the parking garage, heading north. He's going home, I thought, how convenient. I returned inside, my fingers itching to pry open the book that lay on my coffee table. It wasn't any ordinary book—it was an old folklore tome filled with rituals, spells, and hidden amidst cryptic language, and dark magic.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a