Dark Passage Novel Novels & Stories

“Now go. Talk to the dark. Find answers. Come home.” Kade and I joined hands. Reached for the seal. For the connection we still had. Distant. Weak. But present. We pulled on it. Opened a doorway. A crack in reality where we could slip through. Where we could enter the First Dark’s realm without becoming the seal again. The doorway opened. Dark. Cold. Empty. We stepped through. And fell into nothing. The First Dark’s realm was different from the Void realm. The Voids were hungry darkness. Consuming. Aggressive. Desperate.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

I did not look back at the troughs as I cleared the steps. The script of the novel was completely gone. There were no neat acts or heroic chapters left, just a messy, suffocating reality where the villains and the victims were breathing the exact same black smoke. There was no grand confrontation waiting for us, just the long, dark walk up to the Great Hall through the grease and the ash, with the midnight deadline closing in like a trap.

He would ruin my mood. After dinner, I went to my cabin to rest but I woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep again so I just decided to go up on the top deck and get some fresh air. I hold onto the railings and stared at the dark sea in front. Even with the moonlight, the sea is still so dark. It looks so calm on the surface but who knows what are the dangers awaiting beneath it. Even if it's dangerous, I couldn't help but adore it. I wonder how Helion will kill me? Because if I will make the choice, I rather be drowned in such a wonderful sea. Dying under waters is everyone's horror, but for me I think it's a lot more noble. After all, dying in the place you love is better.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

ickets dilute the crackle of the fire with a creaking ringing. The wide trunk of the oak illuminates the warm light of the fire, shadows give even greater relief to the rough surface of the bark. The man looks thoughtfully at the fire, contemplating how it changes its shape every second, and each time in a new way. What is not repeated can be contemplated forever. More and more darkness engulfed the forest, the remnants of the sunset blue disappeared, turning into the blackness of the beginning night. In the depths of the forest, not far from the clearing, a silhouette appeared from a rocky cave. Someone slowly emerged from the rift, his chest proudly spread, in light armor worn over elegant

My arms fell lifelessly to my sides as I glanced around, searching for a glimmer of light or anything. I silently pleaded, let this not be a premonition telling me that Iris would be alone. She deserved someone. She deserved the warmth and love of a mate. Suddenly flashes of white broke the darkness. I stepped forward towards the shining hope that my first thought was wrong. I was walking down a dark hallway with doors lining the sides. It was as if someone forgot to color the realm. I was in a world of black, white, and gray. At the end of the hall was a cracked door, spilling the white light. It was my beacon, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

Getting up the stairs I trudged through dark hallway and stepped over a sleeping man to get to the upper floor. I got to door 419 and plucked my key ring from my purse. Inserting the key I turned it and heard it click. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Stepping into the apartment it was stuffy, airless and dark. I let Morgan off his leash and went over to window and drew the dark, heavy curtains back. Bright light flooded the room illuminating the dust flecks doing crazy pirouettes in the air. I heard a groan from the couch and turned, placing my hand on my hip and preparing to bite out my words in reply.

Fortunately, I woke up. “Señorita, we’re already here.” I looked at the driver and looked outside and saw the front of the Williams Mansion. I went out and got dressed before walking. “Señorita! Wait a minute…” I ignored Mr Carding and walked straight into the mansion. When I entered the mansion, I immediately heard a noise coming right from the dining area. The dining area is a bit far from the entrance of the mansion but, why do I hear any noise? And because of my drowsiness I just ignored it. Maybe grandpa or Bryce just has a visitor. Bryce have a lots of friends here, most of them are boys that’s why their noisy as hell.