Dark Impulses Novels & Stories

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.

An image flashed inside my dirty mind. Him. Naked. While I lick him clean. Damn it. I'm going crazy! Just earlier this evening, I was trying so hard to fight my intrusive thoughts. Now they're back in a snap with vengeance. It's even worse than before! Vladimir isn't good for my sanity. I stared at him, drowning in the depth of his gaze as he looked back at me. It was as if we were the only ones in this world. But that bubble instantly popped when I heard people clapping.

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.

My eyes widen to see Damian at the door with hunched shoulders and a blank face. I recover in seconds. “And what will you do about that?” I tip my chin haughtily at him in a challenge. “Leave.” He growls to Alice. She complies immediately, pulling the strange girl along who struggles against her hold at first. Damian's expression sets her straight. Soon, we are alone. He stalks towards me, his expression hardened to rock and his jaw grinding. “You think I'm an impulsive man, Malyutka?” I don't know what the hell Malyutka means but I nod to concur. “In fact, I don't think. I know it for a fact that you're are a rabid man on the loose, driven by instincts and not common sense. How you like tha

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

I leave a kiss on her shoulder and I feel how she shudders, having her so close I see the small cut on her lip, shit I hurt her when I hit her, but I get desperate and pissed off that they don't obey me and she has to learn that disobeying me is he pays with death or in his case with punishments. I get out of bed and walk to the inn to see the outside of the house I am in, it is one of the houses that I have in my name, I remember the meeting with Dark and an excessive hatred is revealed in my chest, son as a whore I'll have your head, that of your lapdog and that of the sniper bitch one of these days, a three for one, the plan is already being executed and I'm sure it will be a success beca

Oshey walked to the window and glanced at the tree. She had the impression the tree was looking back. "I can see why you and I share this insane attraction." Oshey peeked over her shoulder at him. After a heavy such she continued to explain what she had been seeing. "In my visions, I see you and me fighting about the death of our son. Then I see you and me fighting in a different place. Then, again it shifts, I'm in a dark room, and there is a faint green light, like the lumination from a neon sign. Cammie is with me, and she is scared of the darkness. I can barely see through the light, but I know there is someone else with us."

He's yet to sheath himself and he quickly pulls out. “Rypka…this is a dangerous path to tread in…” He says with a deep voice. I know what he means. I’m not sadistic. Never was. But that is a part of him. He thrives in pain but I don’t. Yet something within me needs this pain. Something within me wants to be appeased through pain. I might have deemed myself as light-years long but in the depth of the light is a tinge of darkness and right now, that dark side of me wants to surface. That dark side of me wants the pains only Dima can offer.

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*