Dark Places Novel Plot Novels & Stories

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.

Darkness spoke with impatience– this calmed Vanilla down as she thought of the escape she was about to do, if felt like she was a prey in a hunting game, and Darkness was the predator who was willingly allowing his prey to think she was free, when indeed, it had all been planned. When the sunlight hit her eyes, Vanilla hissed, closing her eyes to stop the pain, it felt like she had not seen the sun for eternity. She squinted her eyes open in order to look around, but darkness walked too fast, she tripped multiple times yet he was unwilling to slow down for her. When he reached a path that led to a big mansion, Darkness suddenly stopped, almost causing Vanilla to fall. Before she could regain

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.

Hell, a dinosaur could stomp in front of me and I wouldn't notice because of the dark. My legs stopped only after a few final strides. I stopped walking and just stood. The cold air was making my body shiver badly. My head looked at the ground, and I felt a wet pool of thick liquid surrounding my foot. I saw blood, a lot of blood. On the grass, on my hands, on my clothes, and all-around despite the darkness as if a sudden light exposed those parts. The blood made me scream on the inside but my body didn't react. My eyes followed the trail of blood on their own and stopped suddenly. It took me a second to make out the body on the ground and flames suddenly appeared, burning the lifeless corps

The cold wasn’t just cold anymore. It was quiet. It was unforgiving. It was nothing. Estelle Winterbourne lay chained to the freezing snow at the heart of the Deadfall, and the snow had already buried her to the ribs. Silver burned under her skin where the traitor’s mark had been carved by her own father and lover. She felt empty. She felt numb. “ Finally got to get rid of you, Estelle. You have done well, you are no longer needed.” She still remembered the words that her mate, Darius said before plunging a dagger into back when she was unaware.

He didn’t expect me here. Not even close. And honestly… I don’t understand why I’m here either. But the uneasiness crawling through me, the nausea twisting my stomach, makes one thing clear. I’ve walked into something dark and rotten. A place where people don’t just lose themselves… disappear. Then a stripper straddles him, her body moving against his, and he’s grinding into her like it’s second nature. My breath catches. The man who promised me heaven on earth. I fucking knew that he was lying. So those were just words to get me into his bed.

I turned to the very last page—the one my father-in-law had been writing the day he died. The page was blank, except for a single, trembling line of ink at the top. The Weaver knows the code. The Architecture is the Grave. I closed the book, the sound of the leather snapping shut like a gunshot in the quiet car. The "Day-by-Day" was gone. We were into the "Night-by-Night" now. And as the Suburban hit the open highway, the speedometer climbing toward ninety, I realized that the 300,000 words of our story were only just beginning to get darker. And as the grey Chicago rain began to lash against the windows once again—no, as the black North Woods ice began to coat our path—I realized that I was

The heat from his hand had uprooted the insatiable need to feel his hands all over my body. “Hey...” His hand moved down to my waist as he pulled me into his strong arms. “…You never told me the story about what happened here.” I let out a breathy sigh. “It was shut down…six workers died because of poor management.” My chest tightened, and I blinked to force the tears back. “My uncle was one of them.” “Holy shit, I’m—” “It’s fine.” He let go of me and nodded. “The basement is being converted into a nightclub.”

Here I was, nearing the end of my time in college, with no real certainty as to what the hell my next step was. I knew I wanted to get in government in some fashion, State Department, something like that. I knew it would happen or work out eventually, but right now I was feeling pretty low. And maybe that was the perfect time for a predator to seek me out. What if this guy was like Wyatt? I mean Haven said he was young and handsome, but everybody thought Wyatt was hot. I wouldn't even know it because we're going to be in the fucking dark. The idea of meeting a handsome stranger in the dark was kind of alluring to me I had to admit, but why not just ask me on a date?

Finally, I turned off the TV and tossed the remote on my mother's bed. As I lied down there, staring at the white ceiling, thousands of thoughts flashed through my head: first about my dad who died at the hand of a demon when I was six; then a sister 50 years older, whom I did not even meet, because a few years before my birth she ran away with the demon she fell in love with, which made her banned not only from the family but also the whole community in general; then I started to think of Johnathan - my beloved Johnathan. I remembered his gentle kisses, his touch on my skin... I plunged into dreams and almost felt him lying down next to me, but I knew it was only an illusion. Opening my eye