Dark Water Novels & Stories

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

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.

He dragged her inside easily though–her shoes sliding against the tile without a sound. "There's nothing to be afraid of, you should know what this is my love." On the cart beside the chair was a single syringe filled with a dark blue liquid. "I–I don't know. W–what is that f–for?" she asked, shaking like a leaf. "I perfected a transformation serum for you. Tonight, your life will change forever."

My mouth was hung open when I looked around. The part of the seashore was surrounded by the lage and small rocks, colorful fishes running in the crystal clear water, fireflies were illuminating its was around us and the moon was on top of the ocean, reflecting its light on the sea water, making it look like crystal. "Oh my God! This place is... fascinating." I pressed my palms on my mouth and blurted out.

Dayanara squeezed her fists, and glowing blue orbs sparked from them, drifting out to float ahead of us like a string of lanterns on a midnight path. They didn’t light much, not at first. The water was too thick, too full of silt and the churn of the waterfall. But as we went deeper, the sediment fell away, and the darkness became something different. As if it was changing. The space was so vast that it seemed endless.

It will get numb, useless and pathetic. This Darkness recalls the moment when she was under water, her small fingers trying to get a grip around anything but water. But they failed. Her throat almost exploded, she wanted to breathe but there was - Water like Grim reaper. Darkness and Water, A pair of cruel laughter and sinister grin. Her head was making weird noises, her mouth gap opened and there was again - Water... She thought it was the end, she would die. But she didn't... She wanted to let go of the nightmare of water. That's why she wanted to get married next to water - A vast ocean. But it seems like she wasn't fully and perfectly recovered. This deafening silence has brought its Par

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

Tasted blood that wasn’t human. We broke apart. Circled. “Stop!” Isla was pulling at the chains. The wards burned her. Her skin smoked. She didn’t stop. “Lucian! Darius! Stop! Please!” We didn’t. Darius raised his hand. The air changed. It got heavy. It got hot. The water in the lake started to steam. “Technique,” he said. “Black Tide.” The lake rose. Not a wave. A wall. Twenty feet high. Black water, full of things that weren’t water. It hung there. Then it fell.

From it she could see the beautiful view of Frostveil and the falling snow. There was a also a small pool with lily pads and other exotic plants that floated on it. The pool shone with mythical blue light. This was because of the luminescent crystals embedded in it's bottom. A large lamp was also embedded to the ceiling. Then there was the bathtub. As if knowing that Estelle would need a warm bath an Ignis stone laid inside. Keeping the water warm. The Ignis stone was amber coloured and pulsed with light. The two spiralling streams of water levitated hypnotically. One to transfer water inside, and the other to remove the ones that had gotten too hot or dirty.

“Thomas Scott maintained blood-safe houses. Places transferred between shell companies so no generation would ever be exposed.” “How many?” “Five that I know of. There may be more.” Liv opened the first folder. “A hunting lodge in the mountains, a closed psychiatric hospital, two port warehouses, and an estate called Blackwater.” Mother went still. “Black water.” “What?” I asked. “Talus opened a crack with water beneath it. I saw it for one second.” Amelie approached the maps, still leaning against Bless. “I sensed moisture as well, but it was not living water. It was a dead ley line.”