Dark Novels & Stories

So I’ll try to do that. If you are still reading up until here then.. I have a confession to make hehe. I’m not saying this to gain sympathy or what but I just want to let you know and understand me a little bit better.❤️ I’m actually half-blind. I cannot see anything with my right eye. And my left eye is supeeeer bad. Like, I am ultra reliant on dark mode. That’s why every time I update it is freaking bright for my eyes because GN doesn’t have dark mode (except for reading and I’m freaking thankful for that)

Beneath his coat is a jacket with a distinct collar covering his neck, revealing only a brown neckerchief. His patient expression continues to stare at me while I take in his appearance, committing every minute detail to memory, but it’s his eyes that leave me with a sense of unease. His eyes are a deep, dark brown, so dark that under this monolithic structure, they almost appear obsidian. The colour does not disturb me; but instead, their lack of emotion. They're so cold – inhuman even. Two dark, treacherous pools threatening to drown me at any moment.

--- That did it. Something inside Damien snapped. --- The air around him shifted. Violently. Not like Aria’s light. Not warm. Not golden. This was— Dark. Heavy. Crushing. --- Jay took a step back. “…okay, that’s new.” Liam didn’t move. But his voice dropped. “Damien.” No response. --- Damien’s eyes darkened. Not metaphorically. Literally. The color draining. Replaced by something deeper. Something ancient. ---

“Walk straight ahead. There’s a door right in front of you.” Zoe’s heart leapt to her throat, an eerie sense of unease falling over her. She glanced over her shoulder, realizing an attempt to escape would be futile. The dark was too thick, completely consuming her surroundings. George kept his grip tight on her wrist, marching forward into the pitch black. A crunch echoed in the silence, George’s free hand pushing on a door she couldn’t see, liberating a flush of bright, white light into the dark expanse. Zoe could do nothing but blink, teary eyes striving to adjust.

OFFICE AFFAIR WITH MY MARRIED BOSS PT 7 The conference room lights were still on at eight-forty, bright and unforgiving against the darkening windows. Whiteboards along the walls carried the day’s strategy notes in Dominic’s precise handwriting—timelines, risk flags, arrows pointing to next-quarter targets. Two open laptops glowed on the long table beside a half-empty water bottle and a scatter of printed slides. The rest of the floor had gone quiet an hour earlier; only the low hum of the building’s air system and the occasional distant elevator chime remained.

The small, green trees on the roadside swayed as the strong breeze hit them. Above a faded zebra crossing, a traffic light frantically changed colours seeming rather like a disco light. A watchman snored comfortably on his dark brown stool under the protection of his shops' roof. Huge giant buildings stood beside the street, quiet as if taken over by an army of libraries. Some windows gave out white and yellow lights, but the others were pitch black. It seemed like the clouds had gotten a sudden fascination to the moon and wrapped themselves around it. The moon's faint glow passed through them, colouring them white from grey.

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What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

Ryu went out of his room and is struggling to open his eyes to the brightness coming from the windows. Ryu likes to sleep in the dark since he usually starts sleeping after sunrise. He went to the monitor and asked who it was. "Good morning. Sorry to bother you this early. I'm Yuka, you're new roommate. I tried calling Nato since he was supposed to take me here, but he wouldn't answer so I just went straight to the address that he gave me." How irresponsible can Nato be at this point? It was his idea to drink all throughout the night not thinking that he made an arrangement with Yuka the next day. Ryu tried to get a look at Yuka from the monitor but could bare