Darkest Pit Novels & Stories

They stop right outside of the door and I hear someone fiddle with some keys before placing them in the door and unlocking it. My heart is about to beat out of my chest and it starts to ring in my ears from me panicking. It feels like it takes forever, and I'm going to die from a heart attack before the door is slowly opened. I don't see anything else at first but some lights coming inside the room, then a tall and dark person appears in the doorway. I don't see his face in the darkness but I feel his cold aura even from where I stand. My legs are about to go out under me when I see him take long strides toward where I stand!

I was pinned by sheer force of will. Rhys did not even spare me a glance; I was beneath his notice. He addressed Gideon, his conviction absolute and his voice hard as tempered steel. "She is fully recovered, and she has proven she cannot be trusted in the living quarters. I will not have her polluting the Pack House any longer. She is a grave security risk, and she will be placed in the Black Pit until the tribunal. Before that, she needs to wear silver restraints at all times." The Black Pit. The name alone carried the terror of total, sensory deprivation. It was a cylindrical hole, twenty feet deep, lined with rough, unworked stone, reserved only for the most destructive rogues or captured

Like a man walking his dog back to the kennel after a long, messy hunt. The stench hit before we even reached the mouth of the Pit. Rot. Mold. Blood. And screams. Distant at first, then louder. Ragged. Wet. Not just pain—insanity. The kind that only came after days, maybe weeks, of being forgotten in the dark. The cart stopped. The doors opened. They didn’t even bother untying me. Just dragged me out by the chains and slammed me into the dirt. The Black Pit wasn’t a dungeon.

He sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging with the weight of the situation. "He went into the Forest of Darkness," he admitted reluctantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "The Forest of Darkness?" I repeated, my eyes widening in shock. Damian went into the forest of darkness, also known as the forest of no return, and he did this without at least telling me. And all to save his deceased mate? How did he even make it back? It's a miracle that he's still alive. "But why? What was he looking for?" I asked, my voice betraying the strong facade I was trying to maintain as I knew the answer to my questions.

I sit there, a prisoner in my own mind, trapped in this dark, desolate realm. The world around me is shrouded in perpetual darkness, punctuated only by the occasional flicker of an unseen flame. Black smoke curls and writhes around me, a fucking sinister, malevolent presence. I feel empty, hollow, like a shell without a soul. There is no light here, no hope, no escape.

he spat through his teeth, his sadness turning to blind rage. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs just refused to work. My heart was beating way too fast as my body started to shake. He was coming back. He wanted to see us. The last time I saw that man, he had ripped my school shirt off me and had pinned me to the floor while he undone his pants. He was about to rape me when Jake and Liam came in and beat the crap out of him. Oh God, he was coming back. I replayed all of the beatings he handed out to me and Jake, all the touching that happened when I was alone with him, the whispered words and secret smiles. My vision started to get black spots as I hyperventilated. I was going to die I could feel

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

Despite the lack of air moving into my lungs, I could not help but smile. His pupils were the pitch black, obsidian even. There was a speck of gold in his pupils. Maybe I had taken it too far. I began to fear for my life. His kind were unpredictable and extremely dangerous. He could rip me apart in seconds. If I tried to fight him off, he would only become more aggressive. He clenched his hand and closed his eyes. I shut my eyes and prepared for the worst but it never came. He let me go and I fell on the floor landing on all floors. I caught my breath and stood up.

“So? You didn’t do that! Why would you hide this?” It made no sense to me. “Get in.” With that, he got inside the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving my questions unanswered. “Isn’t the sunset pretty?” Dominic questioned out loud, his eyes looking upwards as he started in complete aw. “I’m more focused on the twenty innocent bodies that were slaughter for god’s know what reason that psychopath has and the fact that their fucking families will never know where the hell they are and will forever remain hopeful that one day they will magically appear on their doorstep when in reality they are long dead. But yeah, the sunset’s pretty.”