Darkened Heart Novels & Stories

Or it will stay in my mind, that’s bothersome. Dark with death- Same old town same old eyes – The final plea. Passing by, lights-red. words in lips and space. The piece of dust you see- when the light hits, out for sanity. Once upon a time stars died.

I buried the old me, but it wasn’t enough. “You’re mine, Darkness,” I challenge, taking control of what my imagination has created. It might not work, but doing nothing is going to leave this traitorous organ where it is for sure. I can feel him covering my heart, see the light fading from the cut as the pitch black nature of him surrounds it. “TAKE IT!” I scream, the raw desperation in my voice impossible to hide, but by the time my voice is done carrying out the command, the extension of him is ripped back out of my chest. ***

It was right there, the whole dark energy …the dark cloud and I was by no way talking of the one hovering over our head outside the window but rather the one in my heart. “I saw a black SUV however, they dragged her out …she looked unconscious as they put her in it." I blinked. Swallowed. And sighed deeply to hide my breathlessness. That’s just what she knew, if not necessarily the only thing she had seen. Still, I couldn’t help a weight from forming in my heart, it was thudding heavily at the dark image she had managed to paint by her mere description. Her thought burned, and before it scarred me forever, I needed a fucking drink.

Push Me and See Hycinth The room was dark. Velvety curtains, the color of deep cobalt, hung over blackout blinds and ensured virtually no light penetrated the space. I liked it that way....dark. It was how the world should be because color and light just made me feel the pain of everything I had lost. I couldn't take it. I burrowed deeper beneath the covers, wishing to blend in with the blackness, to fade into an empty void of nothingness where I just stopped feeling.

To come crashing through the darkness like he always did, like he had before, tearing through hell itself to reach me. I wished for the sound of his voice, his touch, his fury. I wished for the way his presence silenced every storm inside me. But all I had now were shadows and pain. And the whisper of a bond that still pulsed—just once—in the deepest corners of my heart. My eyes fluttered open just in time to see the next dose being prepared. It was different. The vial was darker—so black it swallowed the light, thick and slow like tar. It pulsed inside the syringe as if alive, angry, ancient.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

"Leaking the Thorne Protocol. You thought you could burn the tower down and walk away. But all you did was show the world where my heart is buried." "You don't have a heart, Dark." "I didn't," he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Until I saw you crumpled on that elevator floor. Until I saw the blood. In that moment, I didn't care about the board members, or the DA, or my mother’s ghost. I only cared about the fact that the world was going gray because you were leaving it."

The normal rush of it dulled by my aching heart. After a few moments that’s it. All the souls in the forest. Dead. Darkness rises up and rushes towards me from all directions. My form flinches with each new hit of the darkness. Charging me up but not enough - not enough. I’m so tired. I’m broken and tired. My heart feels like an anchor, sinking me lower and lower. Despair seizing my soul. My eyes blink furiously, fighting the darkness threatening to take over.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

There was once when I spent too much time with a patient, so the sky was already darkened when I finally left his house. I couldn't help but notice how dark and gloomy my surroundings were during my journey back. My heart felt like it had been frozen solid when I suddenly saw greenish lights gleaming in the dark that were getting closer and closer to me. I had attracted the attention of a pack of wolves and had unknowingly been surrounded by them. Just as I was about to succumb to hopelessness, someone wielding a torch rushed onto the scene. It was Luke. He stood before me, putting himself between me and the wolves as he pulled out a dagger, looking like he was ready to fight the entire wolf