Dark Village Novels & Stories

The village of Oakhaven was a place built on silence and iron. For generations, the humans who lived in the valley had followed a strict set of unspoken rules: never stay in the woods after the sun dips below the peaks, never leave a window unlatched on a full moon, and never, under any circumstances, speak the name of the things that lived in the Black Ridge.

AVA R. -*- The journey to the village is quiet, the rhythmic crunch of my steps the only sound accompanying me. Just ahead, the cobbled roads emerge from the mist, marking the end of my long trek. Nestled far from the relentless hum of city life, the town is an ideal sanctuary—a place where werewolves can vanish into the crowd, their existence masked by the mundane. A perfect execution of "hiding in plain sight," if what I've read is to be believed.

King Eric smirked, “when things go as planned, God bless his terrible soul.” BEGINNING OF THE END District four The busiest district in the kingdom of Riana, with business of various kinds going on mostly at night; there are four branches of the Black Bog in this troublesome district each pulling out at least three dead bodies from bar fights after every feast. The night was cold and windy, streets almost void as various activities came to a close in the east section, having cottages not more that one story. A huge figure in black hooded cloak walks hastily from one spot to another where one of the Black Bog was located. He glanced up at a slim figure clothed, also in black hooded cape stari

Looking back another howl roared from his chest, and he simply walked into the light leaving behind his dead wife and a child he would never know. Five years later Dusk was settling into twilight when a deep sorrow-filled howl echoed off the high mountain pass. Animals started to scurry away and seek shelter: even the resting birds could sense the approaching evil and took flight. A tall white fur-laced being emerged from the darkness and began its attack in the fields just south of the town. By the time any of the wolfin could react all the humans had been slaughtered. The bodies formed a path to Rayan’s home. Their skulls had been crushed and many of the limbs were torn free and tossed on

I get sleep only when I am fainted due to exhaustion. As soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered the day when he came back. I went home after work that night, I was hungry. I quickly unlocked the door and switched on the lights because I am scared of darkness. It always feels like some creepy thing will come crawling towards me from the dark corner. Not to mention that my house is built on the graveyard, I would have sold it a long time ago but my grandmother had built it with so much love and the second problem is, no one wants that house. They think it's haunted and I am crazy to live in a place like that.

Adam smiled at me and whistled a tune, causing Snowflake and Shadow to walk away. "Where are they going?" "Back to the stables. Come on." Adam took my hand, and we walked away from the field. As we approached the stables, Adam suddenly stopped in his tracks with wide eyes. "What's wrong?" "Does that dog have a death wish?" Confused, I looked in the direction Adam was looking and saw that Vader was barking at a rooster. "Vader!" Adam shouted. Vader stopped barking and let out a whimper. Adam just shook his head while I laughed.

Presently, While Daphne and Liam prepared to confront inspector Hayes, another meeting was going on. Deep within the heart of an ancient, desolate forest, a gathering of the malevolent Black Wolves took place under the shadowy canopy of night. The air was thick with a sinister energy as a hundred of these dark entities, cloaked in human guise, assembled in a large, moonlit clearing. Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation.

I don’t know what made me think of it, but I had the sudden realization that when they left last, I didn’t remember them locking the door. I knew it was useless to try and get out of my chain but once I realized the door might not be locked, I became obsessed. I pulled and tugged at it with all I had for hours. It was absolutely no use though. I fell on the bed, hungry and exhausted. I cried myself to sleep, simply because there was nothing else I could do. ~Derek’s Point of View~ It had been well over a day since we figured out it was Haven, and yet we were still nowhere near finding my Eve.

I remembered the name from the scrolls I once read in the Astral Archives, one of the books that held vivid information of mythical worlds that we never thought would exist. Druvo was known as the cursed village that bordered the Dark World—the realm ruled by wretched sorcerers and witches who had once brought entire kingdoms to their knees. Now, it seemed the people here lived in quiet terror, like deer hiding from wolves. There was hardly any sound, even during daylight. Conversations were hushed. Children did not laugh. And food… food was scarce.

So I sat at my desk and got back to work on the computer. It didn’t take too long after that when I finally found something on the dark web. “Dad.” I said. “What?” He asked, looking up. “Vampires are talking. I don’t think they’re involved in what is happening. But they know about what’s going on.” I explained. “What do they say?” He asked, walking over to my desk. “That it’s not an isolated incident. One says that the country will be more aware by the time they hit the second town.” I said.