Dark Places Novel Plot Novels & Stories

“You like games, I see.” The person says and then fires his weapon. The sound of the gun going off shakes my entire core and I fall to ground. “Give me the phone, Quincy. This time, no one can save you from my wrath.” He says. ............... It’s dark, why is it so dark? I think my eyes are closed. I open my eyes and I can hear a ringing in my ears, it’s torture. I look around the room and everything goes blurry and then clear again. What’s happening?

Both looked right out of a survival horror video game, and the mess of bodies dressed in black we waded through was a perfect match. A wetwork team had come, and a cleaner or two emerged victorious from the rubble. “Fuck.” The carnage was unreal, blood everywhere, the floor a sticky mat of dark red. “This is about the same age as your email.” “It was probably set up by the wetwork team to draw one or more of us out.” “Looks like it worked,” I said as we waded through to the other side. There had to be another side. He stopped and held out his hand. I froze, eyes wide, ears listening intently, but there was nothing. Moving again, he headed toward a staircase that was also covered in blood, a

The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

If I loose someone again than unfortunately I won't allow myself to live too. Aiden deserves happiness too. He deserves everything which even the world can't offer him. After everything we have been through so far, were we being too selfish too ask for happiness? Xx___xX My hands and feets were cold As ice. My body was shaking and tears were running down my eyes like a river. I was so terrified at the moment that I didn't cared about the creepy surrounding near me. I was standing at this dark Street in front of my apartment as I was waiting for Noah. The street was quite as hell with only one stable street light. The other light was jerking giving away a creepy horror look to the street. All

Their branches curled like claws, reaching for me, and a shiver crawled down my spine. There was something in the air. It felt like the stories that Bridgette told me about the places in hell someone may never return from. The places people with souls must never step foot in. I should have never signed up for this. I risked a glance over my shoulder at where Dark had previously stood. He was no longer standing there, and my heart stormed against my chest. He left. The ground beneath my boots was dry and broken, splitting with each step I took. But no sound followed. No echo. No life. Just silence.

At first, it's only a faint whisper like a brush against my ear, but then it becomes louder and stronger until it's screaming, calling me home — the call of the gate. I'm not aware of the smoke and darkness surrounding me and filling the room, because right now, darkness is all I can see as my mind travels toward the call. My mind shifts through the darkness fast, black thick clouds whip past my vision. A faint orange glow is visible in the distance, and the further I go toward the call, the brighter and redder it becomes until I suddenly break through the darkness and see the flames of hell and the burning red gate covered in black soot.

This wasn’t a social call; it was a fight for Annalise’s life. Relief, a wave of sweet, sweet relief, washed over me as I stumbled out of the dank, claustrophobic tunnel. The fresh night air, tinged with the earthy scent of damp soil, felt like a benediction. The old man, whimpering on the ground behind me, could keep his ill-gotten gains. My only focus now was Annalise. According to the wizened fraudster – well, wizened conman, to be more accurate – the mines were a labyrinth of tunnels, a perfect hiding place for… well, anything. The moon, a pale sliver in the night sky, cast long, skeletal shadows that danced across the crumbling stone entrance. Taking a deep breath, I adjusted the dagger

First and foremost, I want to express my gratitude to all of my lovely readers who have stuck with me until the end of this book. This novel has taken a darker turn than I had initially planned, and I apologize for not providing enough trigger warnings. My intention was never to cause distress to any of my readers with the content in some of the chapters. I truly believe that Naomi's journey needed this darkness for her to grow and fight for her own future.

Stopping by the latter's head,he looked downwards and gave him a blank stare. "Pawns always go first." He growled as the blood began to flow to his eyes. ********** Daniel could not believe current dilemma. One moment,he was part of a three-man rescue army in front of a mansion.The next thing he remembered was a blinding blue light in his face and now he was in another place.

Reese pulled again, almost dragged me away from the stairs and led me through the underground corridor. There were no windows down here, just an old ventilation system that stuttered and supplied the air with oxygen. The part was broken so often that the temperatures down here were mostly sauna-like, but at the moment I didn't feel anything. My hands felt numb. My whole body felt numb. Not even Reese's presence could change that at the moment. Why? Why did something like this have to happen now, of all times, when my life was finally going on in a semi-regulated manner? Why couldn't I just lock the past in some dark hole so it could never bother me again? I just didn't get it.