Dark Novels & Stories

“Choose the black one. She’s a badass baby.” “But, I like the pink one.” “No, the baby loves black, remember dark colors? They love that.” Matias said, nodding his head. “Your High—” “Stop right there, Damian.” Then, signaling Damian to shut his mouth, my attention was still on Matias. “What do you mean the baby loves the dark colors? Where did you get that information?” “Remember? When the baby cries at night, which is, by the way, it’s a fact. Your world will become dark. So, yeah, babies love dark colors, and they will paint your life dar

Elizabeth commented from the couch that was in my temporary office “Her brother is a hard candy and shirtless, makes want to forget about the diet to eat him whole.” I tried to keep my face serious, but I really couldn't, a small sound managed to escape from my throat, but I managed to hold back the laugh. Eli had been quiet for too long, if she didn't say something ingenious, maybe she would get sick. “Well, if I had to express in that way about my own brother, it would sound very incestuous, don’t you think?” “I get you friend, that's why I do it for you.” “Well.” Matt cleared his throat. Poor guy, you could tell he wasn’t used to this kind of relationship “What I understand, you want to d

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

"Why would you.. " he asked but I wasn't listening anymore. I snatched his phone from Aunt Gracy but was met with password I wanted to hand it over to him to press his password but he beat me to it by telling me "The password is kejogmet" "okay" I said pressing the password and it unlocked though in my mind, I was surprised. I can remember overhearing NataliesN conversation with Jeanette and Eleanor when Natalie complained Kendall wont tell her his phone's password.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

The pale morning light crept through the letterbox sized windows of the den slowly, casting a stark glow over the rows of beds before crawling up the back wall. The scent of blood mingled with the musty scent of damp and cheap perfume as the girls silently let the night pass them by.

At this point, I gave up and I stopped struggling, then, I died for the third time. I was afloat in the abyss, when I opened my eyes, I saw darkness. Maybe I was blind. I reached out with my hands, I stretched further till I held it…… Till I grabbed the light. “Ahhhh!” I gasped from my bed in my room, my very own room. I was disorientated, dying was still scary, that second of nothingness still felt like forever. I heard a knock on the door. I guess some practices are quite common even across galaxies and dimensions, as I stared at something similar to Lord Prime Adi, however, its smoke was more brownish with a green light at the center, for eyes.

"Consider yourself a martyr to a better cause. You know Hemlock ain't goin' to do shit. He doesn't care about anyone...his thoughts are dark...empty." "No...he cares," Lloyd shook his head. "If you think that, you're an idiot. Or a liar. Or both." Most likely both; one was a bitter fool, the other an evil fabricator. "I might not have known him long...but I know better than you." Blake laughed. The low pitch became higher until it reached an unearthly pitch that almost tore the eardrums. The light in his eyes brightened until no trace of a pupil could be seen. There was nothing but an inferno.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."