Darkest Pit Novels & Stories

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Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER SIXTEEN. * * The sun was almost up outside, it infiltrated through the drapes, replacing the lights that the lanterns in the room had provided. She studied his features openly, no doubt he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen, his voice was also utmost soothing, but sometimes melodically dark and scary, just like it had been last night when he had caught her trying to escape. Everything about him still struck her as familiar.

He didn’t even flinch despite seeing the pain on my face. “You haven’t seen my dark side yet. It’s far worse.” I punched his chest with my free hand, right over his heart. A sudden shove forced me backward. I cradled my aching finger between my thighs, whimpering. “How can you be this cruel?!” I lifted my tear-filled eyes. My voice shook as if I were standing in a room made of ice. “You’re not human. You’re a psychopath.” Something dangerous shifted in the way he moved toward me. After two steps, he stood right in front of me, face twisted with rage.

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

He wasn't afraid of dying, he was afraid of dying as a useless human being who hadn't made a name for himself. To his surprise, however, he woke up in the fiery pits of hell. He awakened at the feeling of burning fires licking his skin, at the echoes of the souls' cry, and at the feeling of multiple eyes on him. "Heh. Look what the wind took here." "Right. Thought you'd end up in heaven, eh?" "You look pathetic, hunter. Who'd think we'd see you here again? But then again, you always belong here." The demons he killed spat at him, threw insults and started hitting and attacking him. They kicked him, punched, clawed and one even tried to bite off his dick but he thankfully escaped them and ran

“I will not allow you to transform into your form, because you are so weak and we will take you away from it so easily.” Darkle said maliciously so that the wolf of Satan was ignited with anger because of his underestimation of his power. How dare he? He came to walk with him, Mars, who looked at everyone with caution and intelligence, fearing that someone would betray them or attack them suddenly and harm them. This pain that they are in due to the injury of his Mate is enough. "Let me come back, you're in danger," she said intently, but her wolf ignored her and stood in front of Darkle

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

A voice laced with anxiety; for what, I’m not entirely sure. They’re helping? How? I wish I could just open my eyes and see! Haven’t I been through enough? Hasn’t my family been enough? Gah! Just open your eyes already Deac! But no such luck. I try with every ounce of energy, my wolf’s and my own to pry my eyes open, but to no avail; I am still stuck in this zombie-like state of darkness.

*Anonymous POV* "I need to see the Dark Alpha immediately," Damon demanded, his voice cold and urgent as he faced the guards outside the Dark Alpha's castle. The Dark Alpha was infamous among the shifters, feared as the most malevolent creature. His pack consisted of rogue wolves, trained to be merciless and heartless. The Dark Alpha sought power above all else and delighted in inflicting slow, agonizing deaths on his enemies, savoring their pleas for mercy.