Darkest Pit Novels & Stories

They could both feel eachother's weight on the door and their heavy heart beats thumping uncontrollablly hard on their chests. "Ronald," She finally gave in and called out to him. "Arya," he replied. "Ronald, this has to be the end for us, lets not chose to be blind to this, lets do the right thing," she said. "The only thing I think we are being blind to, is this burning desires in our heart, it's never gonna quench, Arya if we don't embrace it, its going to keep huanting us," Ronald chirped in.

A black maria zoomed along the highway in the late night. It’s noise loud enough to disturb the peace and serenity of the evening. The front and passenger seats were occupied by two policemen who were chatting away, while the back was occupied by criminals who had just received judgment and sat in handcuffs. The air was filled with gloom as none of the criminals made any sound. Each to his own thoughts. “I swear to God, Arsenal has to be the most useless team I have ever seen in my life.” The cop who was driving cursed as his face squeezed in anger.

“It’s for the best interest of the Territory. I hope you understand.” My eyes squeeze shut as the world shifts around us. He's transporting me away... Once my feet touch the ground, I push away from Dax, looking around. We are in a dark room with no windows and a single light above me. In the middle of the room, there's a metal table and chair. Nothing else. I swallow uncomfortably. Not knowing where I am is not a good thing. This doesn't look like it is in the Noble's manor, which means I could be anywhere....

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.

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."

Blake’s POV The dark web is my playground, a hunting ground where I find the darkest, deepest secrets of my obsessions. It’s a place where anonymity rules, and I can hire just about anyone to dig up whatever I need on my next victim. The thrill of knowing every intimate detail about someone before they even realize they’re being watched—that’s where the power lies.

He knew exactly what he looked like, and how that was affecting me. Attraction aside, I would never forget the type of man he was. He wasn't in league with actual Darkness like Nadia, but that did not make him pure and good as a whole. Washed in shades of grey, as the voices in the cavern had once told me. Dain Viotto, or the Game Master as he had become over the course of one hundred and seventy years, was the most dangerous person in this world.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, and No love. I miss my father with each passing second of my life. I was a fighter that's why I fought hard and strongly. I was a survivor because I always survived without falling in my life but now, I am stuck in the dark cell of prison. And after all this, The judgment of the court, the punishment I got in return for my sanity made me Rotten, Rotten to the core. Now people call me cruel BITCH because I'm COLD HEARTED. I don't give any fuck to them.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I pulled open the gate and stepped inside. The pit was little more than a deep, rectangular hole in the ground, its sides constructed of solid concrete and heavily reinforced. A steel grate covered the top, affording the only natural light to filter in from above. There was no shelter, no reprieve from the rain and the cold. I had always hated this place. I had always seen it as barbaric, but now, it was my favorite place in the world. To see sick men like this suffer, helplessly, just as they had made countless women suffer, would have been enough to bring tears of joy to my eyes had I not been too angry to feel any sense of satisfaction.

Randhir... "I was going to a very...very dark place.Everywhere only darkness.I was scared.It was like the same dark night when my parents died. A strange power was pulling me more into the darkness.I could not retaliate.I wad weak and lost.May be it was written in my destiny. Suddenly I saw a source of light.I took slow steps towards it.Soon I reached to a very beautiful place..I have ever seen. A flash of sharp light and I felt myself getting blind by it.