Dark Room Novel Novels & Stories

Damien inquired as he walked into my room, with a big flashlight in his hands. "Why did you bring a flashlight along with you? " I uttered as he turned it on in my room. "When I stepped out of my room, I noticed the hallway was pitch black, like someone turned it off, and you know I hate darkness in this mortal body so I had to pick up my flashlight" He explained as he pointed it to my bed. pointed it to my bed. "What the fuck? Did you kill someone? " He gasped staring at the murdered lady on my bed.

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

The city glittered beneath the night sky, each skyscraper a shard of glass catching the moonlight. From above, the world seemed deceptively calm. But inside Damian Drake’s penthouse, calm was an illusion. The room was cloaked in shadows, lit only by the amber pool of light spilling from his desk lamp. The folder on the polished mahogany desk lay open like a wound, every page another blade he intended to drive straight into Helena’s heart.

"I just... I can't sleep. I can't close my eyes without seeing it." "I know,” I said softly. Sparing another glance at the door, I began to chew on the inside of my cheek. “Would you be okay in here if I stepped out for a minute? I think I might have something that could help us.” Nova was only half listening though, already absorbed in the next book she plucked off the shelf. I backed out of the room slowly, and once out of sight, raced for the back of the library where the hidden room was. The air was thick with the oppressive stench of dark magic. My eyes darted around the second I stepped inside, cataloging the changes.

Date = 25 June Never a dull moment. Place = San Francisco (A warehouse) I’d rather not hang out here for too long. POV - Aria WARNING – Graphic content !!!!! Rape - murder !!! The room is cold. Not freezer-cold, but the kind that sinks under your skin and settles into your bones like mold — damp, heavy, and wrong. We are in a storage closet or maybe a utility room. No windows. No lights. Just cracked tiles, an exposed pipe dripping like a metronome for a funeral march, and a rusted, once-blue door with a single slit at the bottom.

I let myself finally surrender to the dark, to the heat, to the fragile, terrifying rightness of it. The Safe Room might not be truly private. The Game might never stop watching. But tonight, in the quiet aftermath of fire and flesh, I was mine. And I was his. For now. ---

When Emily opened her eyes she saw everything was dark. A small dirty room, the window is pinned closed and there is only a small source of light through the door cracks. The pungent smell of this room makes her nauseous. She tried to recalled what happened earlier? When she is talking to Ryan she saw someone bumped into her car. She halted and go out of the car to check on that lady if she is fine or not but before she asks anything from that lady someone hits her head which makes her lose her consciousness then she didn't know what happened afterwards. She still tried to recall the person who suddenly jumped in front of her and what happened afterwards but she couldn't remember anything. E

It hovered overhead in the center of the room, spinning rapidly while heat permeated the room, warming her throughout her body and immediately calming her and bringing her back to her senses. Liam’s smile shone brightly as he bowed slightly. He retrieved the small glowing ball and tucked it into the folds of his robe before walking regally back into the ball of light he’d arrived in. She watched in awe as the glowing light that contained Liam faded into nothingness, leaving her still hugging Maggie’s book in silent stillness until the sound of the purring cat next to her broke through. She rose slowly and walked to the door, stopping to take another look of the shredded room before returni

she thought. It was dark, with a candle lit at a far end of a corner, and her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet. Relying on her sixth sense and sense of touch, she tried walking towards the door she came in from, when she heard a light growl. Suddenly, she noticed that there were other candles in the pitch black room, and they were all getting lit in sequence, like a chain reaction...poof! Poof!! Poof!!! Poof!!!