Dark Places Novels & Stories

Memory's Depths As they sank more into the forgotten depths under the destroyed Empire, the darkness engulfed them. The sound grew louder in the little hallway as Zara's every foot reverberated against the chilly stone walls. The still air pressed down on her chest, making her breathe in quick, shallow gasps. The dim glow from the phosphorescent stone walls was the tunnel's only source of light, creating strange shadows that moved and flickered with every shift.

POV - ESMEE BADEUAX My tears fall backward, burning as they singe their way down my throat. The room is dark and I can barely see a thing, the last thing I remembered was being knocked out. I try to get up but I'm pulled back by chains, this chair is so uncomfortable that my back is starting to hurt. I start to shift in my seat so that I can get a bit comfortable. "Stop that." Says a voice from a distance. "Where am I?" I question the person. I can't see him clearly because it's too dark. "Who are you?" I asked once more.

' A soft laugh met him as darkness fell, plunging him into dreams that Dali couldn't have painted better. A long passage spanned before him. The rocks twisted and distorted as if the world was turning and warping them in its wake. Bloody vortexes stained the brown rock, drawing in strange insects that made the most poisonous on earth look tame. A heady fog rose and fell beneath his feet as he walked instinctively. Drawn deeper into the twisting tunnels, the light behind him became fainter as he was swallowed in the pitch black. 'Keep moving, mortal...' The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. It was guttural and echoed from the rocks and stones. It was threatening...yet oddly soothing. It

It felt like I was falling in the depths of an ice cold volcano. And I must have actually been falling because the floor hit me hard. My lungs spasamed as the air was knocked loose from them. I rolled to my hands and knees. The floor felt cold beneath my palms as I gasped for breath. The cold darkness lifted. Faint orange light filtered through the haze. I lifted my eyes, forcing them to adjust. It was more than darkness but at the same time so much less. The emptiness around me echoed forever, only the stone beneath me gave it substance.

She heard the sound of the guys' laughter and that was the last thing she remembered before everything turned dark. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ “Fucking hell!” Colton banged his fist to the metal door and clenched his jaw. He knew these parties well and the basement was always the worst place to be in. The first floor area was where people would mingle and party and the upper level was where couples would go to have sex. But the basement… that was where the illegal stuff would go down.

Liber Somniorum is an old book that contains the mystery of dreams and how to navigate its plains. It explains how the plains of dreams are divided. First is the 'Shallows', a place where you will find yourself at the beginning of your sleep, the outside can influence your dreams and manipulate them based on your understanding, for example, the sound of water dripping outside can be projected in one's dream. Second is the 'Plain of Desire and Idea', it is the largest part of the plains and the most crowded, this is the place where your normal dreams happen. The third is the 'Deep', a place where people find themselves deep asleep that they experience no dreams at all. Next is the so-called '

POV DARLENE The descent into the West-Abyss was not a fall into darkness, but a plunge into a clinical, white-tiled void where the air tasted of ozone and sterile ink. While the North’s Abyss had been a graveyard of forgotten screams, the West’s version was a Vault of Unrealized Gains—a place where the High Council stored the potential of every shifter they had ever "optimized" into a doll.

Bristling Summer ignored him and began to move slowly within the room around her. Undisturbed dust dirtied the floor beneath her feet showing that no one had entered the particular area they were in for quite some time. The walls around them had ripped wall paper revealing cracking brick below. The whole place screamed desolate and made Summer uncomfortable. If things were to go wrong it would be quite some time before their bodies would be found. "Keep moving." Reggie urged the frozen Summer. "The stairs are this way." Sucking in air Summer allowed Reggie to lead her to a metal spiral staircase that sat in the next room ahead.

I'm sure that was how the Israelites felt when moses parted the sea. Or was it Abraham? I'm not sure which one, don't me I'm not a full time believer. But I'm pretty sure this was how they felt. Arina took a step backwards and before I could ask what to do, she kept into the open space beyond. Perfect. Absolutely spiffing. I peeped into the big hole. It was dark. Very dark. Like a mice hole. I tried very hard to see what was inside but failed. 'Woof?'.

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.