Darkest Fears Novels & Stories

He carried me again as if I weighed nothing, then leaned close to my ear, his whisper sending destructive shivers through my trembling body. He said in a low... deep... dangerous voice. “You need to drink that damn thing every day if you’re going to make me your target like this... mamacita.” My eyes locked with his. That darkness drowning inside his gaze was pulling me toward him with deadly slowness. I whispered unconsciously. “Your eyes are dark and bright at the same time.” He started walking with me toward the shore without breaking eye contact between us. “And you... your eyes are burning and extinguished at the same time.”

Xander had probably turned it off when I drifted off to sleep. The more I walked, the sharper the pain felt. I could feel my feet getting bloody, my hand moved and opened the door causing my heart to beat faster with fear. It was as if I were possessed. I wanted to scream, to let somebody know that I had no control and needed help but my lips refused to part. When I opened the door, darkness surrounded me. I had never felt so terrified before. Darkness was my weakness, and now I was swimming in it. My body walked downstairs, my feet burning with every step, I felt like crying but I couldn't even move my lip.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

My heart thunders in my chest, scared of being cornered in a dark room alone with this monster. He motions for me to follow him, and knowing I don't exactly have another choice, I step into the dusty room, the one dim light on the roof flickering on. "Scared you're next?" That amused smirk touches his sensuous lips, making me shiver. "You need me, clearly. You can stop with the empty threats," I bite out. It may be a mistake to stoke the fire that clearly rages within him, but I'm not going to allow him to walk all over me.

Yada woke from the dream to strange sounds echoing through her skull. The green and red lights had been replaced by total darkness. She sat up slowly holding the side of her head. She felt like a Mack truck had run through her eyes and was certain if she opened her mouth to scream her brain would fall free. She moved, feeling her way in the dark. Yada found an edge and leaned down to guess the depth. She felt nothing. "I wouldn't do that," the sound of a man's voice scared her.

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.

Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko , the main product that Angel and Sasha looked at in the copyist's night, and a group of ravens advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels ' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exams, the aggravation and anguish they needed to go through and in

I muttered as I turned to leave. Without another glance back, I walked out of the clinic. Leaving Blake in charge of bringing her to me, at the Darkest Dungeon. We call it the Darkest Dungeon, not because it's dark literally. But because the harshest torture happens there. Those that don't deserve an easy death... Depending on their offense, ends up there. Where I could drag out their pains for weeks, months and even years. The last person that visited the Darkest Dungeon spent a year and two months there, facing the ultimate torture by the pass of each day until I finally decided to end him.

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa

I say to him with an intense look as I hold his hand to my cheek. He gazes at me deeply with his enchanting blue eyes and I give him a smile of encouragement. “ I loved her- her name was Aurora, she was a witch priestess, one of the most powerful ones, she loved kids and we were planning on having a baby when 'the Darks' made their first threat. 'The Darks' consist of dark vampires, dark witches and rogues with other coerced species as minions. I didn't take their threat seriously, as it is normal for them to initiate conflict, because basically, it’s their purpose to exist, dark vampires chose to live without emotions, dark witches chose to practice dark magic and the rogues went against th