Dark Pen Novels & Stories

Their footsteps trailed off. I lay there, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as the pain grew and my sanity started to crumble. I wanted to scream, to beg him for the drugs, to go back to that stupid, numb peace I once knew. However, I could not. The door swung open. Francis walked in, the small silver bottle glinting in his hand. He looked worn out: dark circles under his eyes and a rough stubble on his chin. He sat down beside me, watching as I writhed in agony.

He was the "Author." "Kaelen, the needle is the 'Pen'," Seraphina said. "The 'Deep Web' is the 'Blank Page' that hasn't been written yet. You have the 'Scent'. You have the 'Heresy'. Now, you have to 'Define' the North."

0000001%, coming closer. `[LIGHT BEFORE DARK: 0.0000001% - APPROACHING BOWL - ASKING: CAN LIGHT JOIN DARK'S FAMILY TOO? - IF DARK IS BOWL, WHAT AM I? - ???]`

His sapphire-blue eyes remained fixed ahead as Menelyck descended the stone stairs, his expression calm. The long fur coat over his shoulders nearly brushed the floor, while his fiery-red hair fell neatly to his shoulders. Guards stood at every corner of the dungeon walls, and whenever he passed, they bowed. He barely acknowledged them as he continued toward the end of the dungeon, where the silence was deeper than anywhere else. He stopped in front of the last cell and glanced at one of the guards. The guard immediately stepped forward, pulled out a key, and unlocked the gate.

The fountain pen’s nib scratched against the heavy vellum, a sound that felt like a blade scraping over bone in the silence of the fiftieth-floor office. Kael Ardent watched the dark blue ink bleed into the signature line, cementing a partnership that was as much a death warrant as it was a salvation. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, the city of Oakhaven was a blur of neon and rain, but inside, the air was stagnant, thick with the heavy, predatory scent of cedarwood and sharpening ozone.

Always had—rebellion swarm in his blood. He was tall, a wolf-like Sabin, but that was where the similarities ended. While Sabin had brown hair, brown eyes, and a roughly hewn face, Gideon was pure punk, embracing the modern Goth look, throwing in a bit of grunge and mixing it all with movie-stars flair. The man even coloured his pale hair bright, metallic blue. Said he'd done it because it made his eyes pop. Of course, that was a lie. He'd probably crafted the look as a warning to humans—approach at your peril.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly the two heavyweights slowly fell asleep without realizing it. “Boss, I have checked all the goods, very good.” The powerful man standing in the dark quietly smoked a cigarette, each faint ring of smoke made it difficult for others to understand what he was thinking. The old man nodded slightly, threw away the cigarette, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice. The voice was cold as if it had no temperature. "Return."

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her. She's terrified and felt uneasy but manages to stand up confidently. “I fear no evil...” The evil of shadows laughed insanely. “Then why you are trembling?” The evil moved closer to her, he turns around as he scans every inch of her body. “I can't feel danger, darkness, and evil in you.” Falla took off her spell and hugged the darkness itself. “Come closer my friend, the more darkness I consume the powerful I get,” she said. Falla fell into darkness, she's screaming but there's no sound came out of her pinkish, perfect heart-shaped lips. She is still asleep, she knows that. The back portion of her body felt comf