Darkest Part By Red Novels & Stories

Rodin and Varick follow henceforth on their mission even with Varick lacking behind his mentor. A few moments pass before Rodin reaches the end of the metal breadcrumbs and enters a campsite. The scene is horrifying; the once teal grass is now red with blood, and body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh are scattered across the forest grounds. The air pulses like a breathing animal which in return forces the four tents that make up the circumference of the site to wobble in place. The insignia on the dark green tinted shelters are covered in blood but still the black sun ripples with the draft. The fire pit in the middle smolders a black fainted smoke, but on top of the fire is a handful of st

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER ONE JOHN PAUL'S POV ________________________________________________ The sun was extremely at it brightest today and the chirping of the birds could be heard, not too far away . It was just like another day in the life of the famous John paul cooper . I had wristwatches worth millions, a private jet to whatever island or country i want to travel to and most importantly chains of businesses around the globe . My phone was buzzing and i had to see who was calling and that was my secretary Penelope.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

The pouring rain made it impossible to see who made the noise, so I called out the first name that popped in my head, hoping it was him. "Xander?" Red piercing eyes locked onto mine when half of his face figure showed up, a dirty grey wolf came into view. His fur was mangy and blood-clotted. Eyes bloodshot, all red and ready to kill. He had long, sharp teeth that were meant for ripping flesh. The wolf wasn't huge, but it looked deadly enough. I wasn't sure if he was a werewolf or a wolf; either way, I was in deep trouble.

My body swayed slowly with the rhythm. Then suddenly the lights of the bar went out. Darkness swallowed everything. My body jerked with fear. My phobia of darkness chose this exact moment to wake up. Luckily, I had memorized the path to the dressing room. I rushed toward it with wild breaths. The crowd of bastards began shouting angrily. Their frustration had nothing to do with the lights going out. Nicole followed me, clearly scared. The way the power disappeared had been truly terrifying. "Oh my God. What is happening in the bar tonight? We have never seen anything like this before."

Waiting. I knew I couldn’t do this alone. There was only one person I trusted to help me cut through the darkness — Eli. We hadn’t spoken in a while. Life had pulled us in different directions, but the bond we shared wasn’t so easily broken. He was a rare mix of brilliance and kindness, a private investigator with a hacker’s mind, able to trace signals, penetrate networks, and unearth secrets most people never knew existed. More than that, he was a friend who never judged, who never turned away — the kind of person you could call in your darkest hour and know he’d come running.

Out of the darkness, four figures emerged, their movements careful and playful. Bandits? They looked the part with their clothes torn, their hair shabby looking and their steps unsteady with the hunger of men who hadn’t tasted comfort in years. My blood turned to ice. But it wasn’t their cruel smile or appearance that stole the breath from my lungs. It was their eyes. They glowed. Not the gold of Blaze, not the amber of Jaxon. These burned an unnatural, sinister red. Okay, definitely not bandits. Most definitely not the usual bandits.

I was already turning away, mind spinning with the promise of a hot bath, scrubbing the blood off, letting the water turn pink while I planned my next move, when his hand shot out. Fingers clamped around my wrist, yanking me back so hard I slammed against his chest and blood smeared between us, warm and sticky. His mouth hovered at my ear, breath hot, voice dropped to that dark, velvet rumble that felt like sin wrapped in confession. “What’s your darkness like, Red?” The words vibrated through my skull, straight down my spine, pooling wet and aching between my thighs. I let out a low, filthy, insane laugh tilting my head so my lips grazed the shell of his ear in return.