Darkest Pit Novels & Stories

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.

Wealth attracts exactly three kinds of people. Those born into it, those who built it, and those desperately trying to be photographed beside it. Icarus has managed to gather all three under one roof tonight. From our glass-walled mezzanine in the VIP section, the entire spectacle looks less like a high-profile launch party and more like a beautifully curated zoo. Downstairs, a world-famous DJ is currently committing crimes against music, blasting bass so loud it vibrates through the leather of our booth.

"The walls down in the Forgotten Pit are three feet of solid granite. No one is going to hear your curses down there except the rats." Lucien yanked the chain again, hauling my limp, bruised body across the threshold of the subterranean stairwell. The icy light of the mountain summit vanished, replaced by the damp, suffocating darkness of the deep stone stairs. "I will kill you all!" I whimpered, my shrieks dissolving into desperate, coughing fits as the heavy oak doors slammed shut above us, plunging me into the black abyss. "I will rip your souls out... I will burn your world... I will burn it all..."

Someone who sees in the darkest hours, surpassing human speed and possessing abilities far beyond our understanding. As I make my way down the dimly lit basement, the sound of Kai's footsteps echoes behind me. Each step seems to resonate through the corridor as I flick on every light, illuminating the path before me. Approaching the end of the hallway, a faint growl reaches my ears, causing a knowing smile to dance across my lips. I switch on the final light, casting its rays directly onto my panther. The room is engulfed in an intense aura as the dim glow reveals the majestic black panther before me. Its coat shimmers like polished obsidian, exuding power and grace. The panther's eyes gleam

His brothers easily break the chains locking the heavy doors and a massive wave of thicker, supernatural darkness pours out. We all gather at the structure's open doorway and peer inside. The floor is incomplete as a huge, circular hole sets at the centre where all the supernatural darkness seem to emerge. It's like an entrance to an endless abyss. Strange sounds emerge from the pit, like spirits fighting to be free. There is a dark tablet beside the pit with numerous names, the one starting being King Alodias. "I think that's where they are trapped," Aruin points at the pit. "A . . drop of your blood will free them."

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

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

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

More aligned with the First Dark’s original beliefs. “I am Doubt,” it said. Its voice was heavy. Resigned. Certain of failure. “I am the piece that believes nothing is better. That believes existence is suffering. That believes erasure is mercy. And I will prove it. I will experience your precious existence. I will feel your claimed connection. I will understand your supposed meaning. And then I will report that everything you said was lies. Everything you promised was false. Everything you believe is wrong. And the First Dark will erase all existence. Will return everything to perfect peaceful nothing. Will end this failed experiment forever.”

And darkness—darkness that loomed on the horizon, threatening to engulf me. And the darkness was Cazz—his deepest soul. I reached for him again and again, pleading, screaming, begging for him to stop, to return to me, to refuse this—then, as if I’d stood on the edge of a cliff and the earth had suddenly given way under my feet, I found myself tumbling into that pit, that dark, whistling chasm inside him. Flailing, screaming, rocked with pain…