Dark Heart By Sumiya Baloch Novels & Stories

The chat fell silent, but his mind didn’t. --- Aradhya, unaware of the shadows surrounding her identity, walked carefully through the hallway. She carried a tray of tea for Aarika, her steps uneven but steady. The saree draped across her shoulders swayed as she moved, its pallu brushing against her arm. At the sight of her, Sumitra’s voice cut the silence again. “You don’t need to do all this,” Sumitra said sharply. “This isn’t your house to run. Leave this work to the staff. Go back to your room.”

It was ajar again… and she was gone. The blackout deepened, as if someone had cut more than just the overhead emergency light. Even the hum of the servers grew weaker, a strange, unnatural fade. Then the faintest glow appeared across the room—red, small, but moving. A laser dot. It landed on Jax’s chest. Leo didn’t think—he moved. One hand slammed into Jax’s shoulder, shoving him hard to the side just as the muted pfft of another suppressed shot cut through the dark.

I ordered and the guard bowed. I turned to leave but that order didn't seem complete so I changed course and moved towards the guards whispering in his ear. "Tell him: one scratch on her, and he'll pay for it." And I walked to the warehouse smiling; my prey was waiting. I am the don of the Draevyn family. A terror by night, and famous for my unforgiving spirit. I am the Life Reaper. I am Rowan Draevyn. Finding my second mate didn't make me weak - I would prove I was stronger than the seven before me.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

"One more." By evening, the pain had returned with a vengeance. I swallowed my medication but it did nothing. The artificial heart stuttered and seized, and I ended up on the bathroom floor, curled around myself, dry heaving into the toilet because there was nothing left in my stomach to give. Eventually, I dragged myself to bed and let sleep pull me under into my nightmare. Darkness everywhere. And there, in the distance was Blake. Dressed in black, his face half-hidden in shadow.

Shadows spilled outward from me in pulses like a heartbeat. My heartbeat. “What—what is that?” a soldier cried. “Ava…” Liam whispered, voice shaking. “Ava, listen— stop. You have to stop!” He cried too. But I couldn’t. The darkness kept building, my anger kept expanding, trembling like thunder trapped inside a body too small to hold it. Another corrupted brute charged toward us and I didn’t think. I didn’t move. I just felt. And the darkness erupted again— a second wave, stronger, sharper, slicing through the air.

The moment I heard her soft snoring, I slid out the back, trying not to make a sound. It was peaceful outside, which I took a moment to enjoy. The hierarchy was simple: if you weren't born into power or warrior bloodlines, you stayed invisible. And invisibility? That was survival. Let me introduce myself. Briella Hart — almost eighteen, senior year, and the girl everyone overlooked unless they needed homework help. I was a bookworm, and I owned it. I loved getting lost in other universes, other lives. But more than that, I loved having control. Knowing exactly where I was headed.

"Look at the stars, Sofia. They are dying. The universe is a cold, entropic waste that eats everything it touches. Our kind—the Triple-Blood—were the only ones who knew how to build a fire that never goes out. I didn't betray our people; I preserved the only part of them that mattered. The power." "You preserved a corpse and called it a kingdom!" Sofia roared, her choral voice cracking. She lunged forward, her fingers closing into a claw of sapphire light, but as she struck, the Dark Heartstone pulsed. A wave of violet energy met her palm, and for a second, the two stones hummed in a perfect, terrifying harmony. The pain vanished, replaced by a sudden, sickening rush of absolute clarity.

{Someone calls me for the evenings, Someone sets a price for me.. I, too, smile at the surface,| but inside, alas, (I am so sad).} Kyun dard chupaaye baithi hai, Kyun tu mujh se kehti hai Main to khud hi bikhra hua. Haaye andar andar se toota main Tere ishq mein khud hi se rootha main ........... {Why do you hide you pain inside, Why do you say to me,

He tried closing his eyes but it did no comfort. “Sinners go to hell, but people like you will succumb into darkness. Forever.” Damien’s voice echoed the in darkness. He usually hated the demon’s voice but now it brought sudden comfort. “Liked the little tour?” Damien asked after he lets go of Chris. The human catches his breath. That place and feeling is very suffocating. The demon disappeared without notice while Chris ended up in the couch. His knees are trembling so hard. He doesn’t have any word for that place except fear.