Dark Places Novels & Stories

I tried to block the pain out as he was thrusting inside of me he just kept going tears started coming from my eyes Damn she so tight perfect little pussy take this stick he says still pumping harder hmm you gotta try this he said still thrusting he put his hands on my face pushing it into the ground but pulling my body into him with his other hand his body started tensing and then he stilled giving a few more pumps it was the worst feeling ever and I couldn’t get them off when he was finished he grabbed my arms and let the other one get in his position only He wanted another position so they flipped me over pressing my body more into the dirt I was bleeding and crying and I thought they wer

The Deadlands was a special region within the Outlands. The place had long been shrouded in black radiation clouds, and it was perpetually dark and heavy. Nothing grew on the ground. As far as the eye could see, there were only pitch black mountains on the horizon, and all around them lay deathly silence and decay. At this moment, on the vast open plains, a violent gust of wind suddenly swept across the land. Several small beasts that had come out to forage squealed and tucked their tails, scrambling back toward their nests.

It was his first time doing it, and his hound didn't just drag one person to hell; he dragged over a hundred, and he did it viciously and effortlessly. Maverick closes his eyes, and when he does, it's like a curtain opening up, revealing the gate. He sees into the depths of the darkness where the red glows beneath it. It calls to him louder, and it's enticing. Smoke seeps from his body, mingling with the smoke rising from the depths of hell. His body tingles as his hellhound becomes antsy, wanting to come forward and answer the call of the gate. It calls to him again, and Shade howls in Maverick's head, trying to answer it. The call is so strong that Shade can taste its fiery essence.

"Yeah, also, some of them would say that they feel like they're being watched and every one of them said that they saw a bloody-hands waving outside the window." "Do these occurrences hurt someone in your house hold?" "One of my assistants got possessed and jumped from the roof of the mansion. Fortunately, some tree catches his body before landing on the concrete floor. He was injured for six weeks." Jonas gasp and gave mister Dankworth a sympathetic look, the latter didn't see it though as his eyes were fixed on Ariz. "There's a rumor that my mansion is somewhat connected in some kind of underground tunnel, it is said to be a hideout of some cult performing dark rituals." He added.

"That was just a rumor! Vivian ate a ton of those cookies, and she's fine!" Vivian? I understood it instantly. Those cookies weren't even meant for Noah. They were Vivian's. He had been carrying her snacks around! I clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. I spoke through gritted teeth, "That's because Vivian's an adult werewolf! Dogwood is only poisonous to pups—" "Mom!" Noah's cries interrupted me. His face was flushed crimson, and he clawed at his throat with both hands. "I don't feel too good… My throat feels like it's on fire… It hurts so much!"

The Daughters had refused. The Barren Flats stretched wide and bleak under a bruised sky, the ground cracked and black as if fire had once burned the life out of it. Wind screamed across the open land, dragging clouds of dust that bit at the skin and stung the eyes. The moon’s pale glow barely pierced through the gathering storm clouds, casting the entire landscape in a cold, silver haze. It was the kind of place where nothing dared grow, where death seemed to linger in the soil itself. The sound came first—a scraping, ragged sound, like bone against stone. Then, from the edge of a scorched ridge, a figure crawled into view.

For the first time in years… we’re finally winning. We march the five captured rogues into the lowest level of Dark Moon’s prison cells, deep underground, where the stone walls are cold and the silence is deafening. The air here is always damp, heavy with the scent of iron and ash. No windows. No light except for the low flicker of the torches lining the walls. It’s not meant to be comfortable. It’s meant to break people.

⸻ Emily’s Last Stand Far beneath the earth, Emily was trapped in the oppressive darkness of the roots. Every inch of the air seemed to be filled with a malignant energy, pushing down on her chest, squeezing the life from her. Her skin felt as if it were crawling with invisible fingers, her mind teetering on the edge of madness. The roots, twisted and alive, slithered around her like serpents, dragging her deeper into the earth.

Suddenly, a bright flash blinds everything around. Now pictures flash before Conrod's eyes, changing at high speed. Trees forest foliage, blood, huge furry creatures tearing at each other, people with pale skin glittering with blades in their hands, flashes of purple light, growling, crunching bones, someone shouting Berhes from behind! Dark figures surrounding a group of other figures in a circle, again an eerie voice flashes, piercing with the deepest horror: - these two should not be killed in a cage in the basement, I will talk to them. Flash again. Conrod wakes up, cold sweat pouring down him in streams, his body shaking, he breathes heavily. Kristin turned away from Conrod's constant f

⸻ Lucian noticed immediately. “What is it?” ⸻ Amara frowned faintly. ⸻ “I…” A pause. ⸻ “I know this sounds insane.” ⸻ Dante crossed his arms. ⸻ “At this point, that means absolutely nothing.” ⸻ Amara ignored him. ⸻ “There’s something down there.” ⸻ Kael sighed heavily. ⸻ “Yes. Darkness. Murder tunnels. Probably trauma.” ⸻ “No,” she whispered. ⸻