Darkest Pit Novels & Stories

No clear instructions were available—just line after line of code confirming the finality of either choice. One line in particular stood out, written in bold caps: // IF THEY COME FOR YOU, GIVE THEM FIRE OR DARKNESS. NOT BOTH. Isabella’s hands shook. She thought of her mother’s voice, fractured but unwavering: “I was here. I am real. Don’t let them tell you otherwise.” The words echoed through her mind as her heart pounded in her chest. She had to make a decision. But how? If she wiped everything, the Society’s victims would vanish—no evidence, no justice. If she leaked it, innocent survivors would be exposed, their trauma turned into spectacle, their privacy violated.

Asher's POV Staring up at the large casino like building before him Asher steadied his heartbeat as he exited a taxi. Lights lit its 20 story walls, flashing from different shades of red, blue, and green. The words 'La Fiet' glowed golden above the double door entrance where a man clad in all black stood checking ID'S of patrons. The place seemed as grandiose as he had heard and immediately all he could think was, what am I even doing here?

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

It wouldn't stop human trafficking in general, but he was going to stop this bastard if he could. Hans looked to Dimitri. "Guess that's that. Where can we find him? You mentioned the club he gets into?" "It's called the Black Diamond Bar, but it's not a bar." Dimitri flashed a rueful smile. "It's a BDSM club." "You ever go there?" Royce asked him. "We need someone who's familiar with the territory." Dimitri stroked his chin. "A few times, but they tend to prefer sadists, and that's never been my thing."

The time had come to confront the darkness head-on and expose the puppet masters pulling the strings behind the scenes. A hushed silence fell upon the room as a figure emerged from the shadows, a man whose name was whispered in fearful tones - Damien Blackwood. He was a legendary figure in the underground world, a master manipulator known for his cunning and ruthlessness. It was rumored that he held the key to unlocking the secrets we sought. "Welcome, my friends," Damien's voice echoed through the room, his presence commanding attention. "You have taken bold steps to come this far, risking everything for the truth. But be warned, the path ahead is treacherous, and the price of knowledge can

‎I spent every one of them tasting copper and picturing Nora’s bruises. ‎The Pit was an abandoned meat-processing plant on the edge of the industrial district: concrete, rusted hooks still hanging from the ceiling, drains in the floor for easy cleanup. ‎Diaz and Carl were already waiting. ‎Chained to steel chairs bolted to the floor. ‎Naked. ‎Bleeding. ‎But alive. ‎Dmitri had started without me. ‎Carl’s face was unrecognizable: both eyes swollen shut, lips split, teeth missing. ‎Diaz still had one good eye; it rolled toward me in terror when I walked in.

The murmur come across them and they blinking miserably, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The knowledge of the old is right in the open...” The roared that never this world hear is toppled every noises that is splash and go. It even seem a hum and is causing the mind to spun! At the border of the darkness and the dim of a place is surrounded by the men in black, and they open their eyes and glance at the deepest of the darkness. They murmur that is causing the entire world to a halt, “Hunt, hunt, hunt... The blood must stain the darkness...” However much the time has it been, no one bother to mind. They close their eyes once again and waiting. Whoever in the deepest of the darkness will come out in no t

He gave one final nod at my direction, before departing out the same door as his father. I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe pain. Maybe elatedness. But all I felt was like my whole life force was being sucked into this never ending vacuum. It felt peaceful at first, serene, beautiful even. But when I realized that this pit was bottomless, panic set in quickly and the more I tried to fight my way out of my stupor, I would only get sucked back in. Until I gave up. Ultimately giving into the darkness. *****

No one was allowed to see me except for the guard who gave me my favourite foods, surprisingly. Just before the third day, I was taken out and brought to him, where he sat on his favourite sofa with a cigarette in his mouth. Funny man… he was rarely ever without one. “Boy… what did you learn after staying two days in the dark cellar.” I knew my answer had to make him proud. “That the darkness cannot eat me. It is nothing, and I must not fear it because I am Damian Blackwood.” I saw the smile come on his face. It beamed with pride.

His mate may be strong, but sometimes he would like to think he was saving her from the emotional torment that anyone could dream of after seeing such a place. Mariah never faltered in her steps. Niko stood alongside the two, his tail waving back and forth as they passed the torture demons. Their looks hideous enough to make anyone’s stomach churn. The melting of skin, and bones protruding from the muscle that would forever rot. The stench of Tartarus was far worse than of sulfur, the burning bodies, and the rotten infections kept their pace quick as they descended into the pit. The pit that held the worst of the worse. The pedophiles, sexual traffickers, murders, and more all lined the cave