Dark Passage Novel Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes as he reached to her pulse, but instead of kissing he spoke, in a deep voice. Man: Beware the darkness that soon will rise. As he said it, darkness enveloped her again and then she was standing on a highway. She looked here and there then the reality hit her hard. She was at the same highway where her daddy and her step sister died in a car accident. She clapped both of her hands on her mouth to block her sobs. It was the most horrible night of her life. She lost her family that night. She was sleeping in her bedroom with Sophie when her phone rang in the middle of the night. She got up and went out of her room, she didn't want to disturb her niece in her sleep. Sidney wa

THE BLOOD WARD ~DAXON'S POV~ The morning light didn't come in strong. It spread into the sky slowly, like dirty water dripping through a crack in the ceiling. I stood at the large bay window of the Great Hall, my hand resting against the cold glass. Outside, the world was ending in slow motion. The "Void Rot," as Marcus had so poetically named it, had devoured the driveway during the night. The asphalt was gone, replaced by a shifting, powdery grey ash that looked like ground bone.

“If you go in, it could collapse again.” “I don’t care.” I climbed down before they could stop me. The air grew colder the deeper I went ….. metal walls dripping condensation, the flicker of dying circuits lighting the path. I followed the glow like a heartbeat, each pulse dragging me further into the dark. “Elias?” I whispered. Then I saw it. A hand. Burned, bloodied, reaching from beneath the wreckage of a support beam. My breath hitched. I dropped to my knees, clawing at the metal until my fingers screamed. “No, no, no….come on…..”

Elowen glances back at me, reading too much. I don’t speak. Because if I do, I might say something reckless. Something like: say it again. Something like: tell me you’ll kill him. Something like: tell me I’m worth it. The car rolls forward. The stone walls open like a mouth, revealing a narrow passage lit by faint, shielded lamps—The Interstice swallowing us into its quiet. My stomach twists. And as we cross the threshold, the last piece of my old life finally slips behind me like a door closing.

Its headlights dazzled my eyes, forcing me to squint against the bright glare. The car passed by me but soon slowly reversed. Then, the person inside rolled down the window and called out carefully, "Wendy?" Hearing the voice, I lifted my head. When I saw the person, emotions stirred within me. It was Lucas White. He was my ex-boyfriend, the man who had sent me to prison. The atmosphere in the car was eerily quiet, with only the sounds of pouring rain and the steady hum of the air conditioning. Lucas seemed irritated as he lit a cigarette and took a couple of impatient drags. When he heard me coughing, he immediately stubbed it out.

She was afraid that it would stir up melancholy feelings of nostalgia within me, so she had me leave the item in the Heathers' residence. The Heathers' residence seemed to be stuck in the past, looking exactly how it did when my parents were still alive. It gave me the illusion that they were still by my side. My nose stung and a wave of despair crashed over me. After drying my tears, I found the safe that was the reason for my visit.

It’s the pain of loss. I take one last deep breath, steadying the shaking in my hands. The dagger glints under the faint light as I press the tip against my chest. There’s a brief sting, then warmth, then a spreading numbness. The world starts to fade, colors dimming, sounds growing distant. I let go, sinking into the darkness that reaches out to claim me. It feels like falling into cold water, sinking slowly beneath an endless sea. But I am not afraid. Somewhere beyond this dark horizon, I hope to find Dex again — not trapped, not broken, but alive.

Since a killer is running loose in WhiSare, I will find him, make him pay and keep my friends safe. “I think my motives are none of your business,” I replied finally. She glanced at me again and said nothing but she nodded and I caught the respect in her eyes. “Fine. Your choice. Down Hills is a long way off though, if you don’t want to talk about your motives then you should sleep. We’ll probably get to Down Hills by midmorning.” Dawn was fast dispersing. The dashboard clock read 7: 03 am. Clouds were already gathering in the sky. I had slept late but I didn’t feel sleepy.

Is there no end? I just laughed and closed my eyes. Why do you keep torturing me? Why do I keep returning to the darkness? Why does it appear that there is no end? Damn. I took a deep breath but winced because my stomach was getting worse, so I held it in. The pain in my stomach nearly caused me to collapse. My legs felt like they were getting wet. I looked around and almost felt my legs when I noticed they were wet. When I saw blood on my hand, I just froze and my eyes widened.

Walking aimlessly I found myself welcoming the daylight I didn’t know after how long. Basements didn’t provide you with that. The way in front got much clearer now, still due to the onset of winter I couldn’t much figure out through the veils of fog and blurriness. Shivering still I tried to scramble forward as much as possible. The overbearing pain in my legs and feet made me feel dizzy but I tried shaking it off. This was not the time to feel such.