Dark Hollow By John Connolly Novels & Stories

"Yeah, also, some of them would say that they feel like they're being watched and every one of them said that they saw a bloody-hands waving outside the window." "Do these occurrences hurt someone in your house hold?" "One of my assistants got possessed and jumped from the roof of the mansion. Fortunately, some tree catches his body before landing on the concrete floor. He was injured for six weeks." Jonas gasp and gave mister Dankworth a sympathetic look, the latter didn't see it though as his eyes were fixed on Ariz. "There's a rumor that my mansion is somewhat connected in some kind of underground tunnel, it is said to be a hideout of some cult performing dark rituals." He added.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

Impenetrable darkness ahead of the tunnel, enveloping the roar of the wind in your ears, diluted with the sounds of ragged breathing and the sound of feet hitting the dusty floor. Blurred veil before the eyes, sometimes changing to clear fixed images. He runs through narrow tunnels, constantly changing their direction, the maximum speed of movement, weakened by growing fatigue. He can't stop, something terrible is chasing him. Breathes into his back with a ferocious roar. A second of delay, a moment of weakness, and it would overtake him. Panic and nothing else. For a moment, the veil covered Conrod's eyes as he ran, then immediately disappeared. Everything seems to be the same, the same spe

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.

It was his first time doing it, and his hound didn't just drag one person to hell; he dragged over a hundred, and he did it viciously and effortlessly. Maverick closes his eyes, and when he does, it's like a curtain opening up, revealing the gate. He sees into the depths of the darkness where the red glows beneath it. It calls to him louder, and it's enticing. Smoke seeps from his body, mingling with the smoke rising from the depths of hell. His body tingles as his hellhound becomes antsy, wanting to come forward and answer the call of the gate. It calls to him again, and Shade howls in Maverick's head, trying to answer it. The call is so strong that Shade can taste its fiery essence.

" My mother sat frozen on the ground, her gaze empty as she stared at the check. Samuel's silhouette faded away. The blood on my mother's arms and legs had turned to a dark crust. The relentless sun baked her, turning her skin a deep red. Time seemed to stand still until, at last, she stirred. She lowered her head and let out a cry of despair so raw, it echoed the pain of a creature in its final moments. "Yocelyn, how could you have loved a man like that?!" Beneath the harsh sun, I broke out in a cold sweat. My heart ached as I stayed by my mother's side, wishing I could wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world. However, to protect a man like that…

A new kind of light thrived within her now—one she couldn’t quite name, yet it radiated all the same. --- Adrian The rooftop of Blackwell headquarters was serene, the only sound the gentle patter of misty rain against the metal railing and concrete. The city below glimmered with swaths of amber and silver as rush hour began to give way to nighttime tranquility. Adrian stood alone for a moment, hands tucked in his pockets, soaking in the skyline. Then the door creaked open behind him, and Connor stepped out, shoulders hunched slightly against the cool drizzle. “You’re lucky I like you,” Connor remarked as he crossed the rooftop. “What is this, some kind of Batman rooftop moment?”