Dark Pit X Pit Novels & Stories

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful

Daphne's heartbeat doubled and her heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the thick forest. It was dark so she couldn't see the stones or wood that stood out. She could only grunt in pain when they injured her She breathed in short gasps, struggling to get air. Each breath was a fight against exhaustion, which was getting tighter and tighter. The palace guards were getting closer, their footsteps loud and echoing through the trees. It sounded like the end of her freedom. She heard their voices, loud and commanding, cutting through the night air.

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."

The walls of the pit were smooth stone, too steep to climb. The pup’s voice was barely there. “Mama… I am sorry… I think I am dying…” Damien pulled me close with the last of his strength. “Stay with me, Elara. Please. I cannot do this without you.” I held him tight, feeling his heartbeat growing weaker. From above, the Devourer’s face appeared at the edge of the pit. Its purple light reached down toward us. “Now,” it hissed, “you are mine.” I closed my eyes and held Damien as tightly as I could.

After Jasper was asleep, I pulled out my old laptop. I logged onto The Onyx's internal message board for staff. I scrolled through the available shifts, looking for anything extra, any way to pick up more hours, even the undesirable late night ones. There were usually always open slots for the weekend dancing roles, but the tips varied. I needed a way to guarantee more cash. I saw a discreet message from the club manager, Mr. Thorne: "Special Client Engagement Team, Inquire for details. Higher compensation."

Amara's POV Darkness swallowed everything. I wasn’t in the wasteland anymore. I was somewhere else. The air was thick with tension. Voices in the distance. Fear. And then, I saw him. A young man, in his early twenties. He looked so familiar. I moved closer, just then, my breath caught. Dad? I yelled, but he didn’t seem to hear or see me. He looked scared. I could see the horror in his eyes.

“ The new rules will be sent to you all via the Hermes Crows.“ This particular animal was what people in the continent of Shkrade used, for it was an animal with great intelligence and speed. Since Darius hadn't learned how to use telepathy yet, he had no choice but to use them. No one spoke. Darius' fists clenched underneath the table. But outwardly he kept a smooth smile on his face face. “ Then, as for the second reason you were all summoned.“ Darius inhaled and closed his eyes. Then when he exhaled his eyes opened and they glinted with a certain emotion. “ I need some of you to go down to the deadfalls and look for Estelle's body. Before you start bombarding me with questions, let me say

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.