Darker Novels & Stories

Another cold wind blew and she was glad to be in the house. Damien eyes were wide. Everything seemed so much sharper and brighter. There were far more colors than he had ever noticed before. Their bed cover, which he used to think of as solid blue, had variations in its dyed fibers that darkened and lightened the hue. Light reflected off metal shimmered with rainbow opulence.

I answer. “I am sure it is confusing for you, but what you just described to us makes sense. Angels tend to have more of a light air scent to them, even the males. Aerian is an exceedingly rare dark angel so the darker scents you are describing are because of that. If I had to guess I would say if she were truly pregnant, I would expect the lighter scents to become more dominant. However, it will depend on the child growing within her. Does your wolf have any special abilities?” Fredrik asked. “Yes, Locke can tell the difference between metals. To him each metal holds a certain scent.” I answered.

(Stubborn girl) ..................

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

"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.

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

Plunging us into total darkness. ******************************************

before blacking out this is all managed to get in the darkness. . . . . . . . .

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

The words were in black typeface font over a white background. With her heart slamming against her chest, she tentatively tapped her black painted short-nailed forefinger on the back button on her phone, trying to dismiss the message. It did not budge. Her tapping became rapid. Still, the message remained. Instead, the words began to transform into a drippy handwritten bloodshot font. Another set of words appeared beneath the first. They were in the same bloody handwritten font and read- THE LAST DARE WILL NO LONGER WAIT in capitalized alphabets.