Darker Than Black Novels & Stories

I didn't try to write. I shoved the shard into my own chest, right over my heart. **[WARNING: MANUAL DATA INJECTION DETECTED]** **[SYSTEM OVERLOAD: REALITY LEAK]** The world didn't turn violet. It turned **Black**. A wave of absolute darkness erupted from my body. It wasn't the "Darkness" of the night; it was the "Nothingness" of a deleted file. It hit the Reaped, and their silver suits began to tarnish and peel. It hit the beam of light from the moon, and the light flickered and died.

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.

Other than a few vehicles passing by occasionally, it was practically deserted. It was past midnight on a Friday—the best time for people to go clubbing and relieve their entire week's stress. "Unless it is a BDSM club," Kai repeated what he had said some time ago and glanced at his friend, his eyes twinkling like the stars. "Now, everything falls into place." Elise burst out laughing at his antics and her annoyance vanished momentarily. "You are fucking unbelievable." "I know. Thank you." Kai grinned and paused at the red signal, waiting for the seconds to count to zero.

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

I think I’m losing the battle because the darkness is getting bigger and bigger. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦

I SEE WOMEN, CHILDREN AND ELDERLY PEOPLE RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES " IT'S COMING! THE DARKNESS! IT'S COMING! DON'T LET IT GET YOU! IT WILL CONSUME YOU AND TAKE YOUR SOUL! " THEY RAN PAST ME AND I'M ROOTED ON SPOT TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IS GOING ON, I CAN FEEL IT BEFORE I SEE IT, IS IT POSSIBLE TO SEE A DARKER SHADE OF BLACKESS? I NEVER THOUGHT THAT WOULD BE POSSIBLE, I WATCH IT SLOWLY CREEP TOWARDS ME AND A SUDDEN CHILL CRAWLS DOWN MY SPINE, I TURN TO RUN AND TAKE OFF AS FAST AS I COULD BUT SOMEHOW MANAGE TO TRIP AND FALL, I TUMBLE AND FEEL IT CREEP UP FROM MY FOOT, IT BURNS!

Parking slot of an old house Alexandra found she was tied up in a dark room. Her eyes could see only dark, not sure if she was blindfolded or it was really nothing but darkness. Actually she was feeling numb all over her body, almost like an unconscious person. She didn't know what was going on. But one thing she knew for sure, she was drugged.

King Eric smirked, “when things go as planned, God bless his terrible soul.” BEGINNING OF THE END District four The busiest district in the kingdom of Riana, with business of various kinds going on mostly at night; there are four branches of the Black Bog in this troublesome district each pulling out at least three dead bodies from bar fights after every feast. The night was cold and windy, streets almost void as various activities came to a close in the east section, having cottages not more that one story. A huge figure in black hooded cloak walks hastily from one spot to another where one of the Black Bog was located. He glanced up at a slim figure clothed, also in black hooded cape stari

"Consider yourself a martyr to a better cause. You know Hemlock ain't goin' to do shit. He doesn't care about anyone...his thoughts are dark...empty." "No...he cares," Lloyd shook his head. "If you think that, you're an idiot. Or a liar. Or both." Most likely both; one was a bitter fool, the other an evil fabricator. "I might not have known him long...but I know better than you." Blake laughed. The low pitch became higher until it reached an unearthly pitch that almost tore the eardrums. The light in his eyes brightened until no trace of a pupil could be seen. There was nothing but an inferno.

Tyrel could not continue what he was supposed to say until Yesha continued what he was saying. "Symbolize as death? And it symbolizes as bad luck?" Tyrel nodded while Yesha took a deep breath before she explained to Tyrel why the black color is her favourite." "Doesn't mean black symbolizes bad luck and death. We will be afraid of the color black. For me, black is like me, and black is like other people who struggle with what they are going through. What black means to me is hope. Why? Because even if you are trapped in your dark experience, darkness will call to light to give you hope of being free from all your problems. Whatever you hide in the dark, it will make its way to someone to hel