Dark Places Novel Summary Novels & Stories

“I promise to keep quiet if you fuck me from behind.” He swallowed hard and took a step back. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice rough. I looked straight into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me on the tomb of the nun.” Something snapped inside him, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the main church. We moved down the narrow stairs into the tomb room below. The air there was cold and smelled of dust and stone. He pushed me forward. My back hit one of the tombs, the stone biting into my skin.

, this feeling was not only strictly forbidden, but also its power posed a great danger, especially to the Darkness. Johhan was racing through the city, ignoring the puzzled stares of humans he passed, occasionally hitting someone lightly, especially if the sidewalk was too crowded. Fortunately, this did not happen often, because it was already evening and there were less people outside than during the day. Johhan wanted to be at the portal to Underworld as soon as possible, which, however, was very far away from the city center, behind the suburbs, in the woods, away from mortal eyes. ~~~~~~

So incredibly grateful that someone cared enough to help me, to give me a chance at freedom. Finally, I pulled away and climbed into the small space they had prepared for me. I settled into the cramped area, the darkness closing in around me, but it felt different this time. It wasn’t the oppressive darkness of the dungeon; it was the darkness of possibility, of a new beginning. As the truck began to move, the rumble of the engine vibrating through the metal walls, I held onto the book Dylan had given me, clutching it to my chest like a lifeline.

His forehead leans on mine, eyes shut tight. “Tell me,” he says, the words a rough whisper against my lips. “All of it. Who you are. Where you came from. No more shadows.” So I do. Shoulders brush as we perch there, staring into the flames. Firelight flickers when I start talking about Sandra. The bridge comes up next, then how icy the river felt, one book looping in my head before everything went dark. Waking happens slow - wrong skin, wrong name, knowing every step ahead leads to blood and lies. Four empty years pass between us now, time spent seeing each twist arrive like someone chained down, waiting.

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.

They shoveled dirt over me quickly, like they were covering a mistake, not a person. Each handful muffled the world. “I wish I could see her face one last time,” Jade murmured. “When she realized we won.” “You did,” Ethan said coldly. “That’s what makes this perfect.” The last thing I heard was Mara laughing. Then the dirt and darkness. I didn’t know how long I lay underground. But I remember the moment I broke free, my nails torn and my body numb, but I crawled. I didn’t even know where I was going. The woods were quiet, and my gown was torn and soaked in blood.

I was indebted to him, he had set me free and was fighting the dragon so I could stay here in my blissful ignorance. The news stories just kept coming though and I couldn’t seem to avoid them, bodies washed up on the river, businesses robbed, cars crashing on the highway. The small port city was now a warzone in my wake. To make matters worse I had begun looking over my shoulder as if I expected to find someone there, all the horrible things around me I felt like the time in my world was slowly dwindling away. I felt like I was holding on tightly to a sinking ship, ready to drown with it.

“Hello” What was that? I looked around but as always, I saw nothing. Just the darkness. Always the darkness. I know that the room I am in is round, I know it is tall, and I know that the walls are smooth and hard and always cold to the touch. I also know that the floor is made of dirt. I know these few things because not only do my hands tell me, but so do my eyes the times that the hatch above my head has been opened. It’s not very often and it’s always for the same reasons, I get food, fresh water, and occasionally a new piece of cloth to use to cover myself. I have never seen what gives me food and water, I’m always blinded by the light the moment the door is opened.

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.

“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?