Dark Village Novels & Stories

Orester whispered as he had to make another cake for a customer as he stood up. “What is that?” All the children gathered around him as he smirked looking at Myelin who wanted to take away her daughter. “People say that the west Island is consumed by some kind of dark soul that changed their people into something else. They are called…” Orester was saying but he was again cut off not by Myelin but by the noises of the people coming from the cost. “Dark Spades are here.” “We are under attack.” “Run for your lives.” “Dark Spades.” Orester mumbled to himself as Myelin grabbed the hand of name and ran away to find a shelter.

"Haha…" Darryl could not help but burst into laughter. 'How interesting is Robin? She's already unable to help herself, and she's still being mean to me. As Darryl muttered to himself, he stretched his body and walked in Daim's direction. Darryl felt light-hearted throughout his journey. When it was almost dark, he finally came to a village at the western border of Daim. At dusk, the village looked deserted. Every household should be lively as they cook at that hour, but what Darryl saw was a dead village without any light.

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

She knew that something was wrong somewhere. “What…how did you know?” Inara asked, shocked because she knew that she hadn’t told anyone about the last dare. “Excuse me?” She wasn’t sure that she had heard Amara right. And why was her sister’s countenance so weird? “The last dare will no longer wait!” Amara thundered in a dark, distorted, malevolent male voice and in terror, Inara screamed to her wake. Her sigh of relief came slow. Thank God, it was a dream, she thought as her sister woke up to the disturbance. With a hand to her rapidly beating heart, Inara tried to calm herself down from the horrible memory of the nightmare.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

It was the first girl we saw, the brown-haired one where her picture was taken in a field. The girl let out a silent tear, her tiny, shaken hands around his arm as she tried to free herself. “Him? Her? Or me?” Dominic questioned, his gun pointing directly to his head. The room was completely empty, the only thing there was the tiny lamp on the ceiling that barely illuminated itself There were no windows, no sign of the outside life. Not even a single ray of the sun. It was completely dark and cold that goosebumps started to form on my skin.

Though its cold burning scorched my skin I said nothing, driving along that endless country road, while he mumbled words which flowed from his lips with an odd, foreign lilt sounding intimate and familiar, strange and alien all at once. And the night sky. It burned with black stars. I know this probably doesn’t make sense. How can you see black stars against the blackness of night? Of course, a night sky is never completely black. It’s a dimness lit by faint, ambient light. Against this burned great stars of utter blackness. Gazing at them made my blood freeze. The road ended abruptly at a wide lake. Its glass surface shimmered under the black moonlight as yellow, misshapen things frothed in

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

It invested more on technologies for mining than urbanization. What worried Kiran the most was how the village she was scheduled to visit was located on the expanse of land nearest to where, based on the latest survey report they received, the Darkness had already laid waste to. The poisonous air coming from the Shadow Lands - the pitch black forest devoured by the Darkness - had reached the village, spreading a deadly illness. The people of the Avkhaz village were hoping that a visit from the Lahnthean Aria could grant them the strength to survive the plague, at least until Kiran could finally rid the Lahnthean empire of the Darkness.

When there reigned in that nature that transitional state, grey and dimly lit from a melancholy environment, devoid of life, which immediately precedes the definitive dusk, on entering, that valley which was populated by a variety of people, even pale people, vampires and werewolves which were paper pale, where it was due to the extensive pitch. Since the pitch was spreading among the fog that exists in that region, that pale village resembling albinos, extensive and slightly sinuous, lit up everywhere, both at the bottom and on the edges, in which especially on the right, which formed a ledge., with the hillside terraces dotted with buildings.