Dark Psychological Thriller Novels & Stories

' He sighed and went on, "Yes, that is what that devil Dusak is doing with us. He is toying with our minds.' Claude began earnestly, ’There’s a movie by Hitchcock, sir." Baffled, his father stared at him as he went on. "Where the woman's husband keeps lowering the brightness of the gaslights to make her doubt herself and her sanity." Lucien stared at him, and Claude colored. Schwartz came to his rescue. ’It is a psychological ploy, mate to throw you off balance by frightening you, making you insecure.’ He sighed and went on, his clear candid green gaze on Lucien as he said,

I’ve given everything I have, and I’m running out of time. Then, as I feel myself slipping deeper into the abyss, something shifts. The ground beneath me trembles, and the distant howl cuts through the air—a sound that doesn’t belong to any wolf I know. It sends a cold shiver down my spine. It’s not over yet. Something is coming. Something darker than anything we’ve faced before. I try to cling to consciousness, to fight against the pull of the blackness, but I can’t—my body betrays me. The last image in my mind is of Xavier’s frantic face, and then… nothing.

“Or survival. Sometimes they are the same. The bishop is dying, Father Brick. And when he does, the secrets he guards will try to take all of us with him. Including you.” She stepped closer. “Especially you.” The storm outside reached its peak. Lightning flashed, illuminating Agnes’s old, tired face, carrying the weight of decades of silence. I realized then that the real darkness wasn’t just beneath the monastery; it was all around us.

It feels like I live in a prison where I can never be happy or see the light beyond the darkness around me. I never had friends or a girlfriend because my father doesn't let anyone get close to me. Sometimes I feel a lot of pain in my body and this always happens during the full moon, so I take some horrible medicine that my father gives me. He says it's for my good, because if I don't take it I'll get sick, I know it's not that, but I don't have my grandfather to tell me what's wrong with me! These nightmares that don't leave me alone and are always the same turn me into a horrible wolf where I'm in a war of leadership, that's it and the same dreams or nightmares every day.

I still helped keep them there. I killed a man when he tried to steal one of Cain's pets. I didn't realize until I killed him that he was the Omega's mate. The sound of that Omega's cry haunted me for a long time. There are other things, but those are the worst. Those are the things that I have hidden deep inside me and lock them away. Those are the things I try to never think about. That is my dark past, my darkness. If you walk away, I won't blame you. If you want to break the bond, I will start it so you can have a chance at a second chance mate,” Maverick said, looking out the window behind Azalea, unable to look at her. He was afraid of what he might see.

Silas Thorne had used his own wife’s death to finish the job of turning his son into a monster. Dark didn't just hate her father because of the accident. He hated him because her father had inadvertently finished his father’s work. A shadow moved in the hallway. Iza scrambled to pull the drive from the port and tuck it back into her robe. She moved to the sofa just as the doors slid open. Dark walked in. He looked tired, his blazer draped over his arm. He looked at her, his eyes scanning the room, landing on the media screen. "Are you watching the films I picked for you?" he asked, his voice low.

I could feel the darkness radiating off him, the air between us was thick with the scent of whiskey and the sharp, chemical edge of the drugs. "You smell so good," he whispered, his face dipping toward my shoulder. "Will you satisfy me tonight?" he muttered. "Please... Kiran, stop," I whimpered, my breath hitching as I tried to shrink away. "You’re not yourself... you don't know what you’re saying." Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled back just an inch, his heavy breathing ghosting over my skin. He reached up, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye.

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

“Speak to us. Show us what you need.” I felt the pull immediately. The house fought it, but the words opened a crack. I focused everything I had and pushed through. The table shook. A cold wind swept through the room, extinguishing two candles. Priya gasped as a single drop of dark liquid appeared on the ceiling above them, slowly forming letters that dripped down like blood: “He buried me here.” Elena’s eyes widened. “There is violence here. A woman. Killed in this house. Her body is close.”

yeah, that is not it, I think as I look at her while the darkness swallows her, the same darkness that created her, and it hits me, I start shaking, as I realize the darkness is intensifying, it is getting worse, and I am scared… “You have to wake up, please, don’t let him hurt me again!” she begs of me and I feel a tingling on my thigh as if a swarm of disgusting insects is crawling up on me, my ribcage tightens around my lungs as she begins to scream in the darkness, her weeping is profoundly unsettling to hear as it shatters my sanity, and I am forced to open my eyes.