Darker Novels & Stories

in my veins begin to solidify into something colder, harder, and far more lethal. I crawled toward Dante’s body, my fingers digging into the oily, knee-deep sludge that coated the refinery floor. Every inch of movement felt like dragging my soul through broken glass. He was so still. In the flickering, sickly light of the refinery’s emergency beacons, his skin—usually the color of rich, sun-baked earth—had faded to a terrifying, translucent marble. It was a color that didn't belong to the living. The "Alpha-Wolf" tattoos that had once pulsed with the rhythm of the moon were gone, leaving his chest bare and vulnerable, a blank canvas of tragedy.

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

I couldn't even see the glass, let alone anything beyond it. He slapped at the light switch. The lights were on the lowest setting before he raised them. He stepped aside and let me pass through first. I felt my eyes widen and my heartrate triple as I choked on a gasp that stuck in my throat. Where Thane and Tove had gray colored walls that gave a beautiful backdrop to the spots of color they had in their rooms, Tagan's room was as dark as his eyes. Moody pictures in splotches and stripes of reds, blacks, whites, and hints of deepest blue gave his room a feeling of intensity that suited the man who owned it quite well.

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

Ajay is right on one thing, these men are shameless disrespectful sex maniacs! Averting my gaze from the emotional torture brought about by that scenery, I ricochet my distress around the corners of this black-painted hall. Black-representing the dark sins taking place here. The evil roaming in this whole place. No other colour would have fitted these walls better. The red lanterns on the walls are doing enough justice in illuminating the black-painted hall. Good combination - red and black. Evil and danger. Cold and deep.

Because you will only see three colours on the entire sheet of this unit. The black, grey, and chocolate colours that have no life indicate sadness. Every curtain is grey; the sofas, chairs, and tables are chocolate; and the appliances are black. The unit is also very dark; maybe that's normal if you think about it because the sun has set and the sky is dark. Only the light of the moon serves as the light of the world. Why does it seem so sad here? But now that the world has technology, there is a light bulb that serves as light in homes, and there is also a light bulb here, but you can still see the sadness in the light bulb, as if it wants to give up on giving light.

’ Elize thought *********** Dark noticed that in the other house, two women and one man were staring at him. He even frowned when he saw the man's familiar face. "Dark." Dark looked at Trans. He's got Black cards "It's morning," Dark complains. "You know that each second many people die in this world." Says Trans. Dark switched off the treadmill, then wiped off the sweat and approached Trans. He took six black cards and went through them one after the other. "I already told this one, the stubbornness," Dark said

When іt’ѕ nоt dulled bу аlсоhоl оr ѕоftеnеd by dаrknеѕѕ, іt fееlѕ ѕо muсh mоrе rеаl. Hе lооkѕ at me wіth аn аbѕurdlу ѕаtіѕfіеd look оn his fасе. He muѕt bе рlеаѕеd I’m here аt hіѕ mercy. Thіѕ is ѕо different frоm Blаkе.

Darby Numb with shock and bitter cold from sitting against the cavern wall, I still notice when Slimy returns, his long leather duster sweeping outward like a cloak, blackness spreading out behind him like the darkest night. He’s still wearing his vicious grin, but it falls immediately seeing the punctures that linger, bright red and gaping open at my wrists.