Novel & Cerita Dark Realms

Together I woke up with a heavy feeling. It’s like there’s a heavy rock on top of me. And i felt like something is liking my face. I forcely opened my eyes and a light from the window hit my eyes. The thing who's liking my face is a fucking dog. I hate dogs the most! I wanted to pushed away the dog from me but my body is jailed by a demon. The Demon is named Seymour Rios Evans, sleeping peacefully beside me while his arms are hugging my waist and chest tightly.

"There are many runes, Willow. It's intricately designed on his back. It must have been very painful when doing that. I have never seen the likes of it. Frankly, I have to study more to understand. But I'm afraid this is out of my knowledge" "What do you mean out of your knowledge?" Willow voiced loudly. "This is too big for me. It looks like dark art" Willow sucked her breath. "Dark art?" "Yes. And you know I'm not versed in that" "There must be something," Willow groaned, her frustration mounting. She could feel her temper rising due to the helplessness she is feeling. Reagan's voice came from far away. "Give me that" "Not now Reagan. I'm irritated as it is"

The shadows grew deeper, richer, tinged with the smell of fire and brimstone. The mouth of his realm opened. A swirling crack of darkness— the entrance to Hell, the place no mortal woman returned from unchanged. Beyond the tear, black stone and ember-lit skies flickered in and out of view, the distant wails of bound souls rising like a warped choir to greet their king.

he says standing up and walking towards the door he stops next to me and comments. “hey Ratko, I know you've always told me that I shouldn't get involved with anyone, but I think I met,” I see him seriously and snap "If you want me to die with a headshot, continue with your game…" I turn and leave the room, leaving him alone and surprised by my answer. In this world, such a thing as love does not exist, such a thing as a relationship does not exist, in my world, in Darkness, there is only one thing, kill or be killed.

Parallel to the human dimension and in perfect opposition lie two realms: Helium, kingdom of the Balloon Man and the great white Storks, and Soul City, dungeon city of the Grim Reaper and his insatiable Ravens. There are several layers to true darkness. It’s like when you go freediving and the transparent, color-tinged water gets bluer and bluer the farther down you go, to a perfect violet shade. You’re an insignificant speck and the single breath you hold in your lungs is the only thing that prevents you from becoming one with the bleak, eerie, Godforsaken landscape. It’s at that point right before pitch-blackness when you realize you’ve already ceased to exist.

God Kaelvor took me to the Dark Realm with him, and the journey itself was an experience beyond imagination. His realm-traveling ship was unlike anything I had ever seen—crafted from gleaming obsidian and etched with silver runes that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow. The air inside was thick with power, a hum of energy that sent shivers down my spine.

Ebony put her hands in mine, and I closed my eyes, saying the spell that would take us to where her sister and mother were. "Where are we?" Ebony asked, looking around. We were in the woods but not in a house like we were in the human Realm. "This is one of the Dark Realms. It looks exactly like your Realm but not as nice," I said "I can see that," Ebony said as she looked around. "Where are Alissa and my mom?" "Come. I will take you to them," I replied, and we walked out of the woods. I watched as Ebony looked at the burnt-up houses and cars as we passed them.

As I step through the veil that separates the realms, a wave of cold washes over me, chilling me to the bone. The landscape of the realm of darkness is cloaked in shadows so thick they seem to swallow all light. The air is heavy with a sense of foreboding, and whispers full of malice echo through the darkness. I forge ahead, each step feeling like a battle against the oppressive atmosphere that seeks to suffocate me. After what feels like an eternity of navigating through the shadowed realm, I come upon a towering obsidian fortress that looms ominously against the starless sky. Its gates creak open as if beckoning me inside, and with a deep breath, I enter its dark embrace.

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.