Dark Pen Novels & Stories

"Continue." "She's broken already. I could see it in her eyes. Whatever I said hit every insecurity she has." Dreyven sat down in the leather chair across from me, finally still. "So I'm going to find out what matters to her most and destroy it. Slowly. Until she wishes she'd never walked into that library." "Dude, that's dark," Dreyton said, but he was grinning. "I like it." Dreylen shook his head. "This is going to end badly."

♠️ ETHAN ♠️ The warehouse smelled like rust and damp concrete, old oil, and now, the sharp tang of blood. We’d dragged Brandon to one of Dre’s safe spots on the outskirts of the city—a forgotten industrial shell where screams didn’t echo far. He was tied to a metal chair in the center, wrists raw from the zip ties, head lolling from the punch I’d given him earlier. Dre flipped on the single hanging bulb, casting harsh shadows across Brandon’s face. He stirred, groaning, eyes fluttering open to the nightmare.

Eight: A Deal with the Devil Dominic POV The bourbon’s amber glow caught the dim light filtering through the warehouse’s grimy windows, casting long shadows across the scarred wooden table. The room was thick with the scent of aged oak, faint cigarette smoke, and stale air. The fluorescent bulbs overhead buzzed, their harsh light emphasizing the dark circles under my eyes. My glass was empty, the ice long since melted into a relic of the countless refills I’d had throughout the night. The sharp bite of the bourbon lingered on my tongue, a fleeting warmth against the chill that had settled into my bones as the hours ticked by.

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

As he turned the lock and opened the door, I was welcomed with a strange combination of Vanilla and Jasmine’s fragrances, making me forget all the worries that entangled my mind and suffocated my life, I totally gave up my senses to the most exotic scent I could have had smelled. Brandon entered the room and I was still lifted in his arms in a bridal style, as I roamed my eyes around the enormous room, I was intimidated to see the surroundings engulfed in dim red lights, escalating a dreading aura immediately. Everything in here; from walls to the bedsheet was painted in bright crimson red. It heightened a foreign absurd feeling inside me that I couldn’t understand. One thing that shook me f

Demitri's tone was lethal. "Um, he is huge... black, his eyes were dark amber... I think closer to crimson red. That's all I can remember." "Was there anyone around the place aside from you?" "No. I was alone, I guess..." "All right. Rest first. I'll be back shortly," he said and before I could react, he was already out of the chamber. Contrary to what I said earlier that I can manage myself, I actually feel very weak. So intead of sneaking out, I just sat on the bed and recalled every detail of what happened.

“I’ll never be that desperate.” His cellphone buzzed and he answered. Then he rose fluidly. She found her attention roamed after him, disobedient to her brain. Christophe was wearing an Italian-cut grey suit that fitted him like a glove and screamed expense, sheathing long, lean thighs and squaring broad muscular shoulders. Briefly, she squeezed her eyes shut, despising herself. What was she doing? It was as if he had conjured up the dark side of her character and it was insidiously taking her over.

Any dark deed required a binding contract, one signed with the vital fluid that sustained life. He looked around for a dry spot to set the candle and paper down. Pools of water glowed in pearlescent gold, formed from the damp dripping from above. Stained by moss it didn't even look like water, rather like urine, tainted by infection. After a few moments he found a reasonably dry spot and knelt down carefully, unravelling the map and turning it over to look at the small writing on the back. He withdrew his knife, tracing a circle about him before puncturing the palm of his hand and allowing the blood to form a pool before casting it over the candle and onto the stone. It sank into the surface

swipe left. From PB down everything is full of extreme security, the walls are soundproofed and have several layers of concrete, with an outer layer of an alloy of steel with other metals, which makes it almost indestructible, which is why the organization itself it can easily be called a bunker, everything here is run by computers and i've made sure i have the best hackers in the world to keep the prying out that's why whenever we hear of some kid who has gotten past the security of the pentagon or some organization or government important worldwide we make sure to find it and make it part of Darkness, only the best are here, although only a few manage to stay. As soon as we enter the class

Later that night Dante walked into the dark room. It was an underground apartment in the mansion. Although he hated having to do his dirty works at his home, they were times when he had no choice but to do it at home and those were the times when the dark room came in handy. Unlike it's name, the dark room wasn't dark. It was well lit and painted white. There wasn't even a bit of any other color in the room. It was nothing but a long, white and empty room.