Darkest Fears Novels & Stories

This definitely meant the sun would be out in a few hours. “Well well well, boys. look what we have here.” A creepy voice came from the darkness of the forest, making the group almost jump in fright. Jake and Tomiwa quickly huddled and stood by Annabelle and Tisha while they held their weapons in alert. “SHOW YOURSELF!!” Tisha cried out in anger as she glanced around. For a while nothing could be heard.Then all of a sudden, 8 pairs of red eyes glowed in the darkness surrounding the four people. Tomiwa shrieked in fright as she saw the eyes and stayed close to Jake who was trying to compose him self.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER SIXTEEN. * * The sun was almost up outside, it infiltrated through the drapes, replacing the lights that the lanterns in the room had provided. She studied his features openly, no doubt he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, his voice was also utmost soothing, but sometimes melodically dark and scary, just like it had been last night when he had caught her trying to escape. Everything about him still struck her as familiar.

The usual businessman/shark… Superbly clever, insidiously calculating, and terrifyingly dangerous. Fear might’ve protected her, but Lara hadn’t learned to fear him until it was far too late. But she was scared now, scared enough to please even the most merciless sadist. Not scared for herself... but for her father. Lara came to a halt in front of the door and briefly closed her eyes. “Crawl,” she whispered to herself. “That’s what he wants. And if he gets what he wants, maybe destroying Dad would seem less appealing.” Lara knocked and braced herself. It was opened almost immediately by a young man.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

It was fucking terrible. As I left the lights behind, the buildings grew tall enough to block any moonlight. The darkness closed in. My eyes darted from every nook and cranny expecting... well I don't know what, to jump out, but something scary. It could be a bad guy or a vampire, or hell a wendiego. An image of a slender white body with a mouthful of pointed teeth plagued my mind. My throat tightened. I could feel that fear surging through me again.

Despite the lack of air moving into my lungs, I could not help but smile. His pupils were the pitch black, obsidian even. There was a speck of gold in his pupils. Maybe I had taken it too far. I began to fear for my life. His kind were unpredictable and extremely dangerous. He could rip me apart in seconds. If I tried to fight him off, he would only become more aggressive. He clenched his hand and closed his eyes. I shut my eyes and prepared for the worst but it never came. He let me go and I fell on the floor landing on all floors. I caught my breath and stood up.

It was the first time she’d ever seen him like this. “The Light Faes want the child dead,” he elaborated. “They believe it’s a threat to Earthland. That it’ll open the Dark Plane.” Arah didn’t fully grasp the scope of it yet, but the words alone sent a shiver down her spine. Just the mention of the Dark Plane—alongside all the memories she’d glimpsed from the witches—was enough to unearth a deep, instinctual fear. As if he’d read the questions written across her face, Gildeon began recounting everything that had happened to him earlier. By the time he finished, Arah’s hand was clutching at her collarbone. Her mind conjured a thousand terrifying possibilities of what could unfold after seven

"Is anyone here? Please, someone help me," I croaked instinctively as my eyes fluttered open. The strangest thing about darkness is that you never know what lurks in the corners. Is it safe to step forward or backward? What could be waiting on the left or right? Darkness breeds the kind of fear that sinks deep, a fear that leaves you alone with nothing but your racing heart. It's accompanied by an eerie silence, amplifying the tormenting sound of your own pulse throbbing in your ears.

“My moon… my pup… my blood… no one takes what is mine.” The words should have comforted me because he sounded like he was fighting for me even inside whatever nightmare had trapped him, but they didn’t. They scared me cause they sounded too dark, desperate and close to madness, and seeing Dax Blackthorne, the man everyone feared, trapped inside his own body like this made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I shook him harder. “Dax! Wake up!” Nothing. His skin burned hotter beneath my palms and the fur along his arms thickened slightly. My panic spiked.

“You’ve been here less than two minutes.” “I was just asking.” I frowned. “You were judging.” Crimson folded his arms over his chest. “I wasn’t judging.” “You made a face.” “What face?” “That face.” I looked at Liam. “Did I make a face?” “Yes.” Liam nodded. “Traitor.” I frowned. Crimson shook his head. “Fantastic. We almost died defending the gate and somehow this is what I get.” Despite myself, I smiled. Crimson looked toward the school building. “Come on.”