Dark Pen Novels & Stories

Damien reported to Alden as they went back into the house "Ignore it" Alden replied "I have somewhere to be" Alden then disappeared into the darkness of the night Damien went to his room. There was no light illuminating it. You couldn't tell where anything was. But that wasn't the case for Damien, a vampire, he had great sight, even in the dark. He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. A huge eagle tattoo was on his back. It looked so realistic, especially its red dragon eyes. He moved the middle vase on one of his tables and the huge painting behind him moved and opened, exposing the stairs to his hidden underground room

Romano replied, "Certainly, I'm eager to hear the point." Directly looking into his eyes, Leo asked, "Who are you?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Romano burst into hearty laughter and said, "Come, let's go with me." After Mr. Romano's invitation, Leo followed him through the dimly lit corridor. They proceeded towards a spacious lounge adorned with black sofas and walls painted in a dark grey hue. Mr. Romano and Leo walked through the underground space until they reached a big black horse statue. Mr. Romano turned the horse's head, and it revealed a secret door. This was the way to the basement.

I added. They all looked at me. Mark asked what the guy looked like, but I told him that it was so damn dark in there it was hard to see. Samaeya said the same thing. “His hair was dark, but I cannot tell you if it was black or a deep brown. His skin tone was the same as yours, but the one thing I do remember were his eyes. His eyes were this swirling shade of silvery purple. However, the purple seemed to change to blue at times.” I told them.

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

Taking a deep breath, Draven stepped inside, the oppressive darkness swallowing him whole. The inside of Thana’s lair was a twisted labyrinth of tunnels and chambers, each one more disorienting than the last. The walls seemed to shift and move, leading those who ventured too far into endless loops of despair. But Draven knew the way—had memorized every turn, every hidden passage. He walked with purpose, his steps unfaltering as he descended deeper into the abyss.

Authors pov…… In the deepest, darkest recesses of the room, shadows lurk, ready to pounce. A faint glow from the lone candle illuminates only a fraction of the room, and the corners lie in complete darkness, their secrets hidden away from the naked eye. The floorboards creak beneath your feet, their voice the only sound in the stillness of the night. The air is thick with the smell of dust and decay, a reminder of the passage of time and the inevitable march of entropy.

It mirrored the state of my own heart ,once vivid with hope, now muted and running. Damien sat behind the vast, obsidian expanse of his desk, but he wasn’t working. He was staring, unseeing, at a single sheet of heavy, cream vellum paper embossed with the severe, gothic script of Blackwood Holdings' legal department. Moonlight, weak and filtered through the storm clouds, caught the sharp edge of a paperweight, a solid crystal block containing a fossilized fern, a relic from a time when life was simpler, buried under millennia of pressure. It felt apt.

“It’s not.” The diner was exactly what he promised, bad lighting, a laminated menu that had seen better decades, and a waitress who barely looked up from her phone when we walked in. We took a booth near the back. I ordered coffee I didn’t actually want just so I’d have something to hold, and Daniel got the same, and for a minute we just sat there with the hum of the fridge case and some old radio station playing low behind the counter. “Can I ask you something,” I said, finally.

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

--- That did it. Something inside Damien snapped. --- The air around him shifted. Violently. Not like Aria’s light. Not warm. Not golden. This was— Dark. Heavy. Crushing. --- Jay took a step back. “…okay, that’s new.” Liam didn’t move. But his voice dropped. “Damien.” No response. --- Damien’s eyes darkened. Not metaphorically. Literally. The color draining. Replaced by something deeper. Something ancient. ---