Darkest Pit Novels & Stories

Draco was stunned too, while Frank had no idea what the penance chamber was since he had just arrived. Seeing Frank's confusion, the fettered geezer explained, "It's the worst punishment possible here in Blackwater. Barring death itself. It's a lightless room, and no one comes out in one piece… or sane.You must have heard the crazy howling when you first came in, didn't you? Well, that's from the penance chamber." "No!"

Lena’s wolf howled within her, not in fear—but in recognition. The envoy’s voice rang. “First Trial: The Pit of Shadows.” The floor split wide, revealing a chasm beneath the hall. Torches flared to life around its rim, throwing light into the depths. Shapes moved below—hulking, twisted forms, their eyes burning red. Not wolves. Not human. Things born of failed bonds, corrupted bloodlines, the Council’s discarded. “Survive the pit,” the envoy said, voice cold as stone. “Prove you are not prey.”

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

I was so disappointed that I didn't mind when he opened what seemed to be a secret door leading to a dark chamber. Is he going to kill me? This place is similar to that basement where I saw him kill a man point-blank. He finally put me down on my feet but I was unable to move. The room was so dark that my breathing started to pick up its pace. Fear started to creep into my being. My anxiety started kicking. Seriously, is he going to kill me? Was he that desperate to keep his secret?

Another punches my stomach while I’m simultaneously being shoved down to the ground. “Let me go,” I scream, or at least I try to, but no sound leaves my lips. Suddenly, something shifts in the air. The large men surrounding me freeze before taking position at my sides, letting me see what is ahead. Who is ahead. A man steps forward, a large black cloak covering his body and dragging against the mud as he moves. His face is shrouded in shadows, but I see his eyes. They are sharp yet deep, a swirl of greenish-brown filled with death.

The bottomless pit yawned open like a chasm of nothingness, its edges shrouded in an impenetrable veil of shadow. The air around it seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality was warped and distorted by the pit's presence. The darkness within was so profound that it seemed to have a life of its own, a sentient entity that pulsed with an evil power. It was as if the pit was a portal to a realm where light had never existed, a realm where hope was extinguished and only despair reigns supreme. As Asmo gazed into the abyss, he felt his spirit tremble with fear. The pit seemed to be beckoning him, its silence screaming with an unspeakable horror that threatene

“She’s agitated. We might need to increase the sedation.” No! The panic flares white-hot in my chest. If they sedate me, I slip back to the darkness. The light will go out. I’ll be left in the pit with the thing that is growling in the corner. I struggle harder. The air in the pit starts to swirl, turning into a storm of red fog. I see Drake again, but he is the monster from my memory, the one covered in the blood of the men he killed. He is standing at the top of the pit, looking down, but he isn't reaching for me. He is just watching.

I squinted into the darkness, expecting someone to be there but found no one. I frowned, "Why are you so frightened?" In the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it.

I could feel how eager he was to get answers but unfortunately, we couldn't satisfy ourselves to get an accurate and a hundred per cent sure answer. I sighed, thinking about all the devious things going around. Dark Summoner was truly terrifying and I couldn't even imagine how dark their powers could reach. "I think it doesn't happen completely random. Darkesta attacks the more vulnerable one. The one who's emotionally unstable or at least sad. I heard that most of the affected were young and were dealing with some kind of problems. Darkesta could easily reach the weak spot of those vulnerable around." "But Vilka isn't vulnerable nor sad," I uttered. "We're happy before all of this."

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 64 ****** Oliver had the longest night ever as he couldn't sleep but kept tossing around for the night to be over so he could go to the Dark Shadow Hill. He wasn't going to tell a soul about it, all he needed to do was sneak out of the house as early as he could to the place to discover something. He had water and a little food to sustain him in case things got messy. He was scared of this journey but he tossed aside all of his fears. If he was a Lycan King as they claimed, he should be prepared for anything and not get scared.