Dark Impulses นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Something predatory. And then Darkness.

"Mikhail?" She breathed out as she felt what real horror feels like. He looked lethal under the dark sky. Exactly like a grim ripper who is there to fetch her soul and she can already feel her soul flying out of her body just by his mere stare. Mikhail's eyes were bloodshot red under the street lights. He was beyond pissed. "Was I too soft with you last time?" He gritted. "You still have guts to fuck up badly!" Marona stepped back in horror when she saw the same madness in his eyes which she saw in the warehouse while he was torturing her. He looks like this when she doesn't listen even when he tries multiple times.

Silence came to fill the void left behind the almost hypnotic sound of his exhausted voice, a deafening stillness that echoed in the confessor's ears. For a moment, Wilkud was granted a vision of endless painful darkness that, though impenetrable in its blackness, he knew continued to infinity. It was an unfathomable chasm that swallowed up everything that was drawn into it, an infinite abyss of doom and despair. It was enough for Wilkud to experience a moment of chilling doubt that perhaps what he had spent his entire life believing and practicing was nothing more than a bleak and pitiful lie.

Anna quipped "But you harassed me enough I had no choice but to give in" He looked down at her. She smirked at him. She knew there were many questions she still held, but for now she just wanted the largest steak possible and to be held. She was afraid she would never escape the darkness. Yes, after her last self had left she was stuck. She could hear Ian pleading with her but she couldn't find the way out of her own mind. She could not explain it but it felt like something was trying to lock her in that state. It scared her. "I will get you some food and water. Once you have recharged we will discuss this situation" Ian stated firmly.

He stood up and put both gloved hands inside his pocket. Even her knees started to tremble beneath her pants, she tried to stand but she couldn't. Cold fear rushed through her veins making her mind to black out. "And then it will become hard for you to even step a foot. It'll get harder to breath, don't worry you're not going to die, just paralyzed." Dankworth slowly walk towards her. It's like he is doing some countdown before she met her demise. "Then your tongue will become paralyzed. You can't even scream."

Darkness withdrew his hand, walked out of the cell, his back to her. “That depends on how fast you can run. Just know that no matter how much you run, you will NEVER escape me.” Vanilla's face contorted in anger, but before she could speak, she heard his order Ethan. “Release the human male, let them escape together. I would like to see how far a human cripple and a wounded human can get.” Only at this moment did Vanilla realize why Darkness had broken Connor's leg, it made her feel like a fool. Darkness had done it on purpose, and there she was thinking he did it because he wanted to. It turned out that he was one step ahead of them.

It was overwhelming. It was as if his darkness was pouring into me and being filtered, seeping through my skin and filling every crevice of my being. It was heavy, like a weight pressing down on my chest, suffocating me with its dense presence. The coldness spread through my veins like an icy current, sending shivers down my spine. The darkness itself seemed to have a physical form, swirling around me in a menacing dance, taunting and threatening me with its unknown intentions. And underneath it all was a deep sense of malice, a malevolent force that filled the air with a visible sense of danger.

He huffed, pulling a swig of the wine, and scrunching his nose, “The longer I am in your mother’s presence, the more I want to kill her.” “I imagine what it would be like every day.” “Killing her?” Elliot looked surprised. “Does that make me awful?” “No. Not at all. We all have darkness within us. It is part of our humanity,” he answered truthfully. “What is your darkness?” What sounded like a mixture of a grunt and a growl escaped his lips, before his eyes bled black, “You don’t want to know, sweetheart.” My vision was blurry, but after a few blinks, I’d realized that the blue in his eyes was entirely gone, “Are you Elliot’s Lycan?”

Adrian That was one of the darkest moments of my life. Waking up to see an elderly woman beside you sleeping. And when I threatened to report them to the police, my father swore to send me to a mental asylum. He was going to tell them that I lost my mind and said a lot of gibberish things. I was scared and helpless, there was nothing I could do as I just suffered in silence.

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.