Darker Novels & Stories

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

“Bingo.” I set my eyes on it and walk right through, emerging into a narrow hall. The blue light glows above me, reflecting off the metal bars of an old-fashioned jail cell. Something glows from within, and I have to move a few steps closer before I realize it’s a UV heat lamp, much like one you’d put in a reptile cage. “Dina,” I say, seeing her outline huddled against the back of the cell, shielding her face from the UV light. She looks up and the skin on her cheeks chars.

Oran’s cock was nothing compared to this monstrous thing. There is no way that is going to fit in my mouth. I stared at it, lips parted, breathing fast. A mix of fear and filthy excitement twisted in my belly. “What’s wrong, Mother?” Soren asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He stared down at me like a Greek god looking at a lowly mortal, silver eyes narrowed with pleasure and hips curled in a smirk. I licked my lips, trying to find words, but he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stepped closer until the heavy, throbbing head was just inches from my face.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

He reached out, and for a second, I thought he was going to touch my cheek, but he just picked up a shiny little bottle from the nightstand and started fiddling with it. Then, in a solemn tone, he said, "Natalie, what would happen if the pill stopped working?" "I'd be a goner," I said flatly. The Davis family called it the 'loyalty pill,' and a person had to take an antidote every month. If they did not, by the third day, it would feel as if ants were crawling through their bones; the pain would be so unbearable that it would drive anyone insane. A week later, death would follow.

♠️ ETHAN ♠️ The warehouse smelled like rust and damp concrete, old oil, and now, the sharp tang of blood. We’d dragged Brandon to one of Dre’s safe spots on the outskirts of the city—a forgotten industrial shell where screams didn’t echo far. He was tied to a metal chair in the center, wrists raw from the zip ties, head lolling from the punch I’d given him earlier. Dre flipped on the single hanging bulb, casting harsh shadows across Brandon’s face. He stirred, groaning, eyes fluttering open to the nightmare.

They matched the size of the unknown. Godric held his chest. He had the feeling that the darkness would overwhelm him. He couldn't explain how this darkness could be so powerful that it touched even a ghost. The aura of the unknown was so powerful and haunting that Godric took a step back and dropped to his knees. The darkness seemed to weigh on his shoulders, trying to crush him. It wasn't just the young priest who felt like this, the other monks also seemed to have succumbed to this powerful aura. Amon held onto his staff and tried to defy the force, even if it was almost hopeless. "Don't let up!" He kept shouting encouragingly.

' 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.

Drake asked, walking over to the sink and extending his brush to Kari. He was tall like Jake, but his skin was much darker, his hair black and his features exotic like Sicily’s. He had to be from Spain or somewhere in South America perhaps. He smiled at her and she smiled back, shrugging. “It’s been a long weekend, so one coat will have to do. We’ll get the other one in later this week, I’m sure.” Jake moved in beside her, slipping his brush under the running water. “I’m thinking dinner and sleep sound great. I’m beat.”

I should have thrown it somewhere. The letter wrote something about my parents. It was a trap indeed. I look for a way to escape but there is nothing. I am already feeling week. Metal doors are infront of me but I know that I will not be able to open them. I am not a superhero who can break metal doors. The window present in room is too small and high. I am feeling scared and lonely. This darkness is creeping me out. Help me God. I don’t want to die. Suddenly door burst open and my eyes close on its own because of too much light.