Dark Fiction Novels & Stories

The warehouse was plunged into total darkness and I stood against the wall and listened to the scurried footsteps of a man as he swore under his breath and I saw the faint beam of a flashlight as he came closer to where I was waiting for him. “Timent tenebris,” I whispered in his ear as I placed the knife against his throat and I could feel his adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed nervously. I slit his throat quickly and laid his body flush against the wall. Fear the dark. You never know what evil lurks there, the monsters under our beds come out to play in the dark, the monsters of our dreams and the monsters of our reality, people like you and me. I switched his flashlight off and

So I sat at my desk and got back to work on the computer. It didn’t take too long after that when I finally found something on the dark web. “Dad.” I said. “What?” He asked, looking up. “Vampires are talking. I don’t think they’re involved in what is happening. But they know about what’s going on.” I explained. “What do they say?” He asked, walking over to my desk. “That it’s not an isolated incident. One says that the country will be more aware by the time they hit the second town.” I said.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Adrian I push out from the curb, the cold night air, hitting my skin. My bike engine revs as I drive through the darkness. The street is empty and there is no soul around. The world is quiet and it feels like I'm the only one awake. I'm not. A lot of things are going on even in the darkness. Dark things. I pull into a street and I soon arrive in front of a house. An old detached house that looks abandoned. I climb off my bike, pull off my helmet, and go straight into the house.

I noticed Dimitri was fuming, it was small, but I had seen it when he dealt with my father. “Alright boys,” Darius finally said, “We know you are lying, just come out of with the truth and we can make you a good deal to fix your mistakes. If you don’t, well, your Lord has some nice ways to make you say the truth that you wouldn’t like.” The man on the far left laughed, “Don’t call us boys! And for the last time we are not-” In the speed of light Dimitri got of his chair and put his fangs in the man’s neck, only a couple of seconds later the human fell to the ground, lifeless.

**Tone and Style**: - Gritty, dark, or mysterious, but some works may have humor or a lighter tone. - Fast-paced, with dynamic character interactions and a strong focus on plot. ### Popular Examples: - Books: *The Mortal Instruments* series by Cassandra Clare or *The Dresden Files* by Jim Butcher. - TV Shows: *Buffy the Vampire Slayer*, *True Blood*, or *Supernatural*. - Movies: *Underworld* or *Constantine*. If you’re interested in paranormal urban stories, they often provide a mix of suspense, intrigue, and a touch of magic in an otherwise mundane world.

All the while his figure continued to come in and out of focus like a broken disc. “I… I'm going to… kill you…” I rasped. Then, the darkness swallowed me. . . . SEBASTIAN — Later That Night I woke up to darkness. Not the kind you fall asleep in, wrapped in sheets, comforted by silence—but the kind that makes your skin crawl. The kind that reminded you too late that you weren’t meant to be here. My head throbbed. I blinked up at the dim flicker of a streetlight, hazy at first, until it solidified into something familiar. That damned park light. The one by the edge of the lot. Yellow, dying, always buzzing like it had something to say but couldn’t get the words out.

The fog was thick like a wall, slowly creeping under their clothes and sinking into their bones. The world had lost its colors. It was not black, not gray, but something undefined, twisted, empty. Sky forced herself to her feet, trembling, while the others tried to gather themselves around her. The air was stale and heavy, and every breath felt like tiny needles in her lungs. “Is everyone alive?” Damian asked hoarsely. “Barely,” Faith hissed, gripping her ankle. “This place… it wants to swallow us.”

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly