Dark Novels Novels & Stories

The country's most dangerous killers, assassins, shooters, fighters and all kind of criminals usually comes to my underground club for business. Some bet money for fighting, shooting while some came here to hire a criminal to kill someone. It was the worst place ever. Every man and woman was dangerous in that room. But amidst all the criminals, my eyes landed on an innocent and pure soul, sitting on a couch alone while hundreds of eyes were shamelessly staring at her body. Even the lesbians were eye-fucking her. Natalia. "What the fuck is she doing here?" I heard Stephen growl. "Same question playing in my head." I hissed in anger.

She wouldn’t make it more than a few hours in there alone. The Forest of Darkness was a part of my domain, but it was near lawless. It was a paradise for every low-level vampire who hid from the light of our sun, licking their wounds and scraping together an existence. It was more a prison of those who had run during the war than anything and filled with creatures much worse than vampires. Night terrors, Deadly Vines, and all manner of dark creatures that thrived on vampire and human blood alike lived in there.

Inez turned and saw her friend Sara instantly standing up and started to walk in their direction, taking in the direction where she was looking Damien raised his hand and three to four guards stopped Sara from coming closer. Damien Knight, who is a well-known businessman in the country, is the most respected, decent, and handsome bachelor in the country. Absolutely, No one can read his mind. He prefers to stay silent and calm, but there is a big secret about him that not a single outsider knows except him and his close ones, and even after people know, no one will dare speak against him. He is a father of devils, a monster, and the most wanted criminal. Leader of scorpions. King of the Mafia

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

This stranger made him look like a mere schoolboy. He seems to absorb all the darkness in the room and extradite it in the form of pulsing power. The kind that promised to go deep within your mind and expel your darkest secrets. The same power that threatened to rip the skin off your bones if you get too close. And as I stare at him, all the breath leaves me.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

"The return is not the end. The return is the continuation." Don looked at him. "Yes," he said. "That is what the novel is about. The dark is the experience. The return is life. The dark changes you, but you do not stay in the dark. You come back, and you live, and the change is in the living."

In response to their resonance, from the center of darkness that he had buried deep within his being, images emerged that he had not called. He saw all kinds of grotesque and horrifying manifestations of death. An old woman with her tongue cut out and blood pouring from her mouth, which she tried to scream when she caught fire on a pyre. Infected necrotic tissue. Erich's cat hissing as he came to life in the supernatural moonlight. Skulls of animals completely stripped of meat by scavengers and dyed yellow by wind and sun. The last precious bubbles of oxygen escaping from the lungs of a drowning man. Viktor's own hands closing around Herwin's slim neck.

~Derek's Point of View~ My best friend was the only one outside of Eve and Haven that knew about my night in the dark. I walked out of the hotel a little after 5 am and drove home, ready to bang on the apartment door below mine and wake his ass up. Heath of course thought I was nuts, that I could have easily just met a girl on a dating site for this fantasy and not had to pay $10k for it. We had both been single a very long time, both played the field, but both always came up with superficial women.

Or at least in most stories, each of them is considered rather evil creatures, children of Darkness. But there are stories where even messengers of Light, beings who should deal better with temptation than we, weak humans, sometimes succumb to the power of the Darkness. There are also times when the children of the Darkness discover such feelings as love, which in turn draws them to the Light. Many times the being from Light connects with the one from Darkness, creating a beautiful, but always very sad and desperate love story - because in most cases neither Light nor Darkness want their representatives to mix with each other.