Darkened Heart Novels & Stories

"You need to live, Natalie, to really feel what you feel for me without the drugs." I got it then. He did not want me to just give in; he wanted my heart, my real feelings. However, he did not understand that my heart had died a long time ago, back when the Davis family took my parents from me. Sure, that new drug kept me cool, and it took the edge off the pain. However, it was just the edge. The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever.

It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

"A dark, cold feeling is spreading through me like frost on a windshield on a winter morning." Katherine Webber Misery and obscurity are my closest companions since I started to comprehend. People have worn black to express their grief and my never ending grief pushing me into depression of darkness. This morning light is so dark than my night, the room is brightened with sunlight but all I can see pitch dark because there is no light no hope that

"I don't want anything except your life, Ms. Somner." I wanted her to suffer inhumane torment before descending into the depths of hell. I wanted her to stay there for eternity. … Gerald had his back to me as he smoked a cigarette. There were already several cigarette butts scattered at his feet. I sat on the couch and played with some photos. Gerald sounded tired as he said, "What exactly do you want, Lucy? I've already called off my engagement to Rachel, as you've instructed. The board of directors is out for my blood now."

He really was speaking from the bottom of his heart… Why? Why did he have to wait until that moment? It was too late for that! My heart was already broken. Even if we managed to fix it, there would still be a hideous scar on it. My tears rolled down like rain, and the pain I had was mixed with hatred. I pushed him away like a lunatic, telling him to get lost. However, his body weakly fell to the ground, and I was stunned by what had happened so suddenly. I reached out my foot to kick him a little. "Stop playing dead. Yoel? Yoel!"

A pressurized feeling propels on his back which forces his muscles to tighten. The force alone is something that he can handle but what happens next has a look of a dead man crossing his features. Butcher’s ribcage propels out of his body, armor and all shattering like glass. His eyes widen once he sees his own body part fling from his flesh like he is nothing more then the hounds he crafted from for battle. That helmet comes off of him, blood spoils everything else that is connected to him but he collapses down on his knees. For some reason, he is still alive still breathing but the pain is unimaginable. Both of his hands slide down onto the dark surface but as he touches this unknown found

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

Oshey walked to the window and glanced at the tree. She had the impression the tree was looking back. "I can see why you and I share this insane attraction." Oshey peeked over her shoulder at him. After a heavy such she continued to explain what she had been seeing. "In my visions, I see you and me fighting about the death of our son. Then I see you and me fighting in a different place. Then, again it shifts, I'm in a dark room, and there is a faint green light, like the lumination from a neon sign. Cammie is with me, and she is scared of the darkness. I can barely see through the light, but I know there is someone else with us."

Her display of weakness wasn’t for him after all. With that, the last shred of pity in his heart silently disappeared. He lifted a hand to turn off the lights, plunging the bedroom into complete darkness. "Such a shame that I’m not Laurence, though," he breathed into her ear.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,