Dark Places Novel Plot Novels & Stories

A few ancient words were engraved on the cover, reading—Dark Secrets. James searched his memories and remembered finding the book when he and a group of powerhouses entered a strange space in the Dark World. Inside the unusual space, there were no other living beings. However, it was full of graves. James dug up the book from one of the graves. The graveyard was full of traps, and most of the group that entered with him died except him and another woman. The woman was none other than Xezal’s past self, Lady Wikolia. After remembering these past events, James opened the book and reviewed it.

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.

I will never know if he abandoned us or my mother abandoned him. And... I will never get a chance to see that beautiful darkness in his eyes again. In that moment, I suddenly felt a strange thing all over my body. I could feel the heat inside, it felt as though I was burning. It felt strange yet somehow very familiar. Warmth from that burning feeling. Warmth from fire. Then I opened my eyes. My oppressor was couple of meters away, wild and ready to attack. But what surprised me was the reflection I saw in the werewolf's eyes.

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

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.

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

I want to hurt myself so badly; I want to draw blood. Then I see it. Blood. My blood on the ground. I'm on the ground. My head bashes against something I can't see. Blood dripping from my head down to my eyes, my neck. I can't move. I can't make out what my eyes see. It's dark. I'm numb. Silent. Still. Helpless. My eyes snap open and spring up for breath, panting hard and fast...

want to end, A nun pushing a seven year old to floor, slapping her, I began shaking my head, “No… no, The nun!” I cried out, my eyes closed tight, Damian tried to hold me, “Calm down, what's going on?” He said, sounding worried, and scared. “Please tell her to leave me,” I said while still hitting Damian, “It's okay Elena it's me, Damian,” He said and I slowed a bit, I was panting, it was strange. “Are you okay? What's going on?” He asked, staring at me for answers, “I don't know, I'm sorry for the way I behaved. Honestly I don't know what just happened, maybe my imagination,” I said while I bent my face down in shame, “Seems you've been through something traumatic, now you have PTSD from i

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.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.