Dark Pit X Pit Novels & Stories

I was not alone though, I was left with my thoughts and silence. ************************************ ''Stop, wait! Where are you going? Wait!! I need to tell you something...'' I screamed on top of my voice. The trees seemed to tremble closing in on the narrow pathway between Damian and I. The pathway kept getting narrower and narrower as Damian finally faded into darkness. He was running away from what or from who? I have no idea.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

“Is it… over?” I didn’t know. I turned, heart pounding, to the place where Damon and the Shadow God had stood. There was nothing left but a deep scar in the earth, a pit that seemed to have no bottom. Shadows clung to its edges, writhing like smoke, but no figure emerged. No roar. No voice. For a heartbeat, I dared to hope. But then the ground beneath us shuddered. And from the pit came a sound—a low, guttural growl that didn’t belong to any wolf, man, or beast I had ever known.

Carol was becoming interested in finding out whatever it was Avan was planning to do with them, but that was for another day. No one else seemed to care though and she worried as the days passed, because she knew it wouldn't take Emma so long to show. “Phite and cuss,” Hunter blew the white powder over the sieve as he lectured “They are both of different worlds, but when mixed together, then the magic happens.” He smiled, like he was those leaves with some sort of supernatural power. “This was what was used during the war, for quick recovery. However, resources are too scarce and so they are reserved for when necessary.” He clenched his teeth through closed lips to keep from sighing. “Yes, C

She shrugged slowly, leaving her words unfinished. “Dominic,” Xander murmured under his breath, "do you remember his face?” Grace looked as confused as I was with his question, but she answered still. “Very tall, dark-skinned with bright eyes. Green maybe and uh-he had this tattoo I think on his face, I’m not sure.” Xander suddenly let out a humorous small chuckle, shaking his head somewhat, “I knew that son of a bitch was still alive.” Again with the vocabulary. “The bartender told me they hire prostitutes, but I don’t think she knew about this”

They exchange handshakes just before walking out. Sebastian, having gone through the case of Allison Drexler now stands at the pouch of a wooden hut-like house with garden looking more like a thousand years un-grazed land. His uneasiness begins to weigh on him as he turns in different angles. He knocks on the door for the umpteenth time. A cracking sound of metal comes from behind the door and Sebastian knows instinctively to dodge. The wrecking sound of a gunshot blasts through the wooden, then the gun repeats its movement and then, another shot.

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

which leads your progress to delay. I fully grasp that darkness can be compelling at times, but instead use extra care. Always be incredibly careful in the pitch dark because nobody really fully understands what comes back to haunt you there. There is really nothing more absolutely absurd in this known universe than having to search for your own rationality long when you have already destroyed it.

Or maybe it was the doing of the hidden being in the shadows. In his groggy state, Nathaniel saw the flash of the pointed canines and the watery gleeful sparkle of evil eyes. He could feel its hunger, projected from the black mind. He could almost see its jaws dripping, yearning to lap up the gore like a starving feline. 'You...won't let me die...' Nathaniel thought, his eyes closing but he found no peace. 'You...are taunting...' A soft laugh met him as darkness fell, plunging him into dreams that Dali couldn't have painted better.

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe