Dark Link Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Scarlet's lifeblood spilled onto the stone floor, crimson liquid cascading over the mystical orb. As Scarlet's blood mingled with the orb, the chamber quaked with a violent tremor. The very fabric of the room seemed to pulsate with an ominous energy. Annik watched in horror as his beloved Luna's life force drained away, his heart breaking with each passing second. Suddenly, the darkness consumed Annik, his body trembling uncontrollably. His eyes turned black as the abyss, a transformation overtaking him. He emerged from the shroud of darkness, a monstrous black wolf, his aura radiating power and madness.

I couldn't believe my eyes and the possibility of the effect of what I just saw made me want to pull my hair out in frustration and cry out. I got to there with my hands clutching to the case and my eyes wandering to find Orian and then suddenly all the lights went off and gasps of surprise filled the air as pitch black darkness descended on us and a gust of cold air swept over the place sending chills down our spines. I took steps forward stumbling upon rocks because it was Darker than any night I had seen and I do not think the vampire vision could see through this. Where are you snyek?! His worried voice came through the mind link as I began to hear people stumble over each other trying t

Darkness clung to him like a second skin. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of dark—the one that came with sleep or the closing of tired eyes. This darkness was thick, wet, suffocating, alive. It pressed into Marek’s skull, seeped down his throat, crawled into his lungs, turning each breath into a slow, burning punishment. A low, distant drip echoed somewhere. Drip… drip… drip… Time moved strangely. Maybe minutes had passed. Maybe hours. Maybe days.

Lawrence dropped the Tupperware and wobbled away. "Wait!" Kat called out, preparing to chase after her. However, it was at that exact moment that their surroundings went dark. The bright summer sky outside turned gloomy gray, the colorful paint marks on the floor devoid of any vivid tint. Slowly, small glowing particles began to appear out of thin air, impossibly weightless. The grayscale filter. The orb of blue lights appearing in a trail. The freezing air. . . . The death of another wicked mortal.

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This definitely meant the sun would be out in a few hours. “Well well well, boys. look what we have here.” A creepy voice came from the darkness of the forest, making the group almost jump in fright. Jake and Tomiwa quickly huddled and stood by Annabelle and Tisha while they held their weapons in alert. “SHOW YOURSELF!!” Tisha cried out in anger as she glanced around. For a while nothing could be heard.Then all of a sudden, 8 pairs of red eyes glowed in the darkness surrounding the four people. Tomiwa shrieked in fright as she saw the eyes and stayed close to Jake who was trying to compose him self.

The Darkness within me reveled in these depraved fantasies, refusing to relinquish its hold on my imagination. Despite my revulsion, I found myself helpless to shake the vivid, disturbing images that haunted my every waking thought. The thoughts were repulsive at best, but The Darkness wouldn’t stop… and I couldn't either. Raphael's finger trailed along the golden crescent moon mark on my cheek, sending a jolt of pleasure intertwined with a searing burn coursing through my body.

“What a commotion you created out there, sweetie. The men are in a frenzy, paying as much money as they can just for a night with you.“ Stacie slid up her denim pants, which were stylishly ripped at the knees. “Gee...what a pity you're gonna have to return it all.“ The smile on Madam Rosanna's face vanished. “Again? Come on, you need to stop wasting opportunities. Those men out there are willing to pay whatever just for a night. One night, that's all they ask.“ Madam Rosanna was a 42-years old but younger-looking woman who ran El-sol. She was Spanish, red-haired, and a beauty.

I knew how bitter that pill was. Yet he chewed it thoughtfully, as if savoring something sweet, and swallowed without a grimace. That night marked the beginning of the strangeness. It was not until the third time that my figure materialized before his eyes that I understood: it was not me at all. It was a phantom conjured by Francis' mind. He was poring over documents in his study when he suddenly looked up toward the doorway. Slowly, a hazy silhouette began to take shape. My figure appeared, wearing a black blouse, my hair pulled into a high ponytail, smiling at him.

Xavier asked “Yes, Xavier. Like death but not death per say. More like doom. It was just not it. The feeling kept me up all night and I don’t know if it’s even a normal thing. The darkness hung around even after it was gone and the weirdest thing was that Alice was drawn to whatever that darkness was. She was literally going to touch it like she was under some sort of spell” Jared said