Dark Notes Book Novels & Stories

Great I was suspicious when I noticed the light in the living room. I took out my gun and slowly walked in. I relaxed when I saw Daphnie sleeping on the couch, leaning against the armrest. She must have been waiting for me; I couldn't imagine how worried she must have been. Vader barked, causing Daphnie to wake. She looked relieved to see me, but concern took over her face. I looked down and noticed there were bloodstains on my chest.

“It’s not just dark. It’s honest. And that’s why it hits so hard.” It's twisted, dark and I now want to read the entire book not just small snip

Lightning flashed through the cracks in the walls, followed by a deafening crack of thunder that made the whole house tremble. Then the lights flickered—once, twice—and died completely. Darkness swallowed everything. Damien pulled me close, his arm wrapping protectively around me. “Kayla, stay with me.” I clung to him, the book pressed between us. My grandmother’s voice echoed through the dark. “You have to trust the blood, not the man. The blood never lies.” “What does that mean?” I whispered. No answer came. Only the echo of heavy footsteps coming closer. Suddenly, the door at the top of the stairs slammed open, flooding the room with faint, flickering light. Silhouettes appeared—three fig

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

I stared at the window, watching people walking down the street, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I wondered if any of them were a wizard or a sorceress, and if so, if they had to do what I did - to always run away from something and be careful about everything they do - are they as homeless as I am? I sighed and took a sip of my cup of coffee. After looking out the window again, I saw a tall, well-built guy, about 19 years old, with dark eyes and black half-long, wavy hair, falling slightly over his left eye. His complexion was milky white, which was quite strange, as his features suggested that he was rather Italian. This young man wore dark navy blue jeans and a white shirt with

The exclamation was followed by the flick of the light switch, and the room was bathed in a warm, golden glow. Sophia stepped into view, her eyes scanning the scene before her. My cheeks flushed as I realized I was half-naked, clothes scattered across the floor. Mason, still beside me, seemed just as startled. Sophia's gaze lingered on me, her pupils dilating as she took in every detail. I wondered how much she had witnessed, and the thought sent a wave of embarrassment crashing over me. The silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken questions. Sophia's eyes drifted from me to Mason, her expression unreadable.

But as he moved closer, his unbelieving eyes discerned an adolescent boy’s gray profile, features shrouded by darkness, and printed across the bottom was: Gavin Patchett. One of the story’s main protagonists, Michael Lockenstein, was an autistic savant whose prophetic visions had become entangled in a serial murder case. Hence the book’s title—Shades of Darkness—because it described the different shades of darkness the boy had endured his entire life. His first novel.

Jonas, his grip tightening on his fragment, focused his energy, forming a shield of light that protected them from the insidious whispers. The chamber door, adorned with grotesque symbols depicting scenes of violence and corruption, creaked open with a sickening groan. Inside, bathed in an eerie green glow emanating from a pedestal at the center, lay a single book – a tome bound in black leather, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed with malevolent energy. This was it. This was the source of the darkness. The corrupted celestial fragment, the very foundation of the Obsidian Watch's dark magic, rested within the book. Its tendrils of darkness stretched outwards, corrupting the surround

As he turned the lock and opened the door, I was welcomed with a strange combination of Vanilla and Jasmine’s fragrances, making me forget all the worries that entangled my mind and suffocated my life, I totally gave up my senses to the most exotic scent I could have had smelled. Brandon entered the room and I was still lifted in his arms in a bridal style, as I roamed my eyes around the enormous room, I was intimidated to see the surroundings engulfed in dim red lights, escalating a dreading aura immediately. Everything in here; from walls to the bedsheet was painted in bright crimson red. It heightened a foreign absurd feeling inside me that I couldn’t understand. One thing that shook me f

I close the windows first because Its cold but before I close the curtains I make out a silhouette of a person running in the dark. Maybe its just a coincidence? "Or maybe he's the one who left that note." Snow says and I can feel her panic through the bond. I sit on my bed and carefully open the note... It reads : I love the dark better than the light, I love how you'll never sense the danger lurking in it. I saw you tonight, looking beautiful and care free and all I can tell you is this : savour the moments you still have because they won't last. Why are you making this so hard? Do you want people to die because of you? Is it not enough that you caused the death of many innocent people whe