Dark Places Novel Summary Novels & Stories

A young man with a dirty bandage all over his face, people missing limbs, open cuts, pale skin, rotten, dark, and empty eyes, while others only had dark endless pits where the eyes once used to be. After what felt like an eternity, I could finally let my feet give in and slide down to a sitting position on the cold ground. This side was lighter; the cold and straight-out horrific feeling from the dark tunnel we had just passed was gone. But even if the other side here is much brighter, the feeling was the same. Cold, distanced but simultaneously incredibly heavy and suffocating, leading me to believe this was not the shiny hope I assumed it to be. “Come on, girly, we had our 5 minutes, and w

Chapter 57: The Abyss The darkness was absolute. Liam and Xal'dar were swallowed whole, their consciousness adrift in a void of nothingness. The sensation was both terrifying and liberating, a paradoxical experience that defied logic. They felt a pull, a force that seemed to draw them deeper into the abyss. Their bodies felt weightless, their minds racing with fear and uncertainty. They were lost, adrift in a cosmic ocean of darkness. A faint glimmer of light appeared in the distance, a beacon in the endless void. They reached out towards it, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they drew closer, the light grew brighter, revealing a strange, alien landscape.

All because he loves the person that loved by all, and that he is a mere took for the game that amuses the main character of this dark novel. “Goodbye.” Alliah’s menacing grin. Then long back tentacle like hands and arms grab him from behind, dragging him inside the abyss and deep within. Like he is being drown into the dark sea where the last light where he came from shuts close before his very eyes. “You shouldn’t covet something that you will never have no matter how hard you try to reach for it.”

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

Oh, yeah, I was a force to be reckoned with. I held my arms out and motioned between us. “There is a major imbalance going on here.” “Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered.” It was odd, but his words did relax me. Because I’d seen his brutality first hand. The safest place for me was next to him. After about fifteen minutes of driving, civilization fell completely away, replaced by the barren desert landscape. The flat of the bowl shape that the city sat in morphed into rocky hills and cliffs.

He felt himself being buried on the bed and then the feeling of falling again. Chris gasped as he opened his eyes once again. Another unfamiliar place welcomed him. “What is happening? What is this place?” He kept asking on his mind. Fear is starting to creep his reasoning. His eyes started to adjust in the dim light. He seems to be in an empty corridor, with no other way but forward. With nothing but paranoia, he started walking. The dark atmosphere only adds fuel to his playful mind. Still, he continued walking with each cautious step. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

9 3 Days Later It had been the longest three days I had ever lived. These days were my nightmares, I cried, gave up, stood again, fell down and again held my broken pieces together from falling deeply under my eyes. I had been keenly conscious about my surroundings, more than I should’ve had. Everything that moved with me or every person as far as I could see seemed like a threat. I studied them if they meant to harm or stalking me; even if that was a disable man minding his own business. Wherever I went I felt like being chased along with getting precisely observed by some unseen force which denied to appear in front of me,

“The old storm drains. They run from the wine cellar to the river, past the old village.” “The village,” Elena echoed. Where the clinic burned. Where it all began. The hatch opened to a narrow, wet pipe smelling of rust and decay. They crawled into the absolute dark. The earth pressed in on all sides. It was a birth canal of stone and mud, a final, grueling push out of the nightmare. They crawled for what felt like hours, guided only by the faint, cold draft of outside air. When they finally pushed out, they were in a ditch, a mile from the smoking crater. The night air was shockingly clean and cold. In the distance, the city glowed, oblivious.