Darkness Art Novels & Stories

She pulled. She channeled the entirety of her artificial consciousness”the cold, digital clarity she had stolen from the nursery”into the glass. The mirror groaned, the silver backing cracking into a spiderweb of obsidian lines. The reflection screamed, a sound of high-pitched, metallic despair, as the darkness within the glass began to pour into her, rather than dragging her out. The Council chamber shuddered. The walls began to weep ink, and the candles”thousands of them, burning with a flickering, sickly green flame”snuffed out simultaneously, leaving the room in a pitch-black, suffocating void.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

Today she had an aura of demon, the perfect deadly demon. "The darkness you are talking about was more darkened by me. I never had a way out from it because it pulled me like a magnet, always." She was motionless, emotionless. His rough finger fell on her soft lips, but this time they didn't feel soft. They were dry and hard like the nature of winter. With the touch of his finger, she felt something that she never could describe. The environment became heated between then. He pulled her over him and took her lips in a deep kiss. They were not playing fair like other time. Both of them turned into devil. They started to drown in the darkness. Their kisses were heated and rough. They bit their

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

With all that restrictions, she gladly continues taunting him in return as she informs Daniela. “But it wasn’t enough. To the needed sacrifice, first born God’s desire and the very consequence of His torn shelf into the pure light and darkness. I eat away the darkness of the beloved daughter of the heavens, as I am now in this perfect form in front of you. Complete, yet alone. I realize one thing.” Snapping her finger as the image of the seven books and worlds manifest right in front of them. She continues. “If the light could not live without darkness. Then, what will become the dark if light didn’t exist anymore?”

Sunny is doing her usual routine, her face is serious as she skillfully strokes paint on the canvas. Linus felt his chest tightening. He wanted to call her, to embrace her, but he knew it was impossible. What he is seeing are only fragments of the past he cannot go back no matter how he wished to. The woman continued painting even though her hands are already shivering. Tears started streaming on her face until she fully breaks down. The paint brush eventually fell from her hands. She covered her face as she cries. “Sorry. I’m so sorry Linus, my moon…” He felt warm tears trickling down his cheeks. Sunny used to call Linus his moon. She said that the angel became her light when her life turne

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin

Darkness, his cover, he drinks its sin, malevolence and gain power from the shadows. – Bloodsongs. --- (Art) Art was angry that she didn’t wake him up the night before to say anything right now. He feared, what would have happened if Ahriman decided to push farther. The bastard was in her head, and that made him angry, restless, wired. He looked at her, oh how she sat, like there was nothing wrong with their life, their damn life, like everything was fine and dandy.

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*