Darkness Cute Novels & Stories

BRIELLA. The moment Cassie and I stepped into the gathering hall, every instinct I possessed screamed at me to turn around and leave. It was almost unrecognizable here. The familiar packhouse gathering hall had been transformed into something beautiful. Soft ivory fabric cascaded from the exposed wooden beams overhead, creating elegant drapes that seemed to float beneath the ceiling. Thousands of tiny lights wove through garlands of greenery, casting a warm golden glow over everything they touched. Candles flickered from the center of each table, their light dancing across polished glass and silver accents.

"People think you are a good man. Wait, I'll tell them that you are not." She turned around making her hair slap on his face and he closed his eyes not able to fight his wild cat. "Dekh lo, duniyawalo... Ye mera nihayati khubsurat pati kitna bada monster hai." (Have a look, people.... My disgustingly handsome husband is a big monster.) "Nihayati badtameez hota hai vo" (it's disgustingly mannerless) Durga giggled at her. "Nihayati khubsurat bhi hota hai, chup!" (It's disgustingly handsome too, shut up!)

"Looks like they're ready to make their appearance." Sarah's voice got lost as the crowd around them began murmuring, the sound growing louder and louder, filling the open space with noise. The murmuring continued until the lights cut fully plummeting the entire room and its occupants into darkness. A single spotlight flashed on and focused at the top of the stairs where Summer and Michael both stood now. Asher felt his breath catch as he stared at Summer. She looked like a fairy standing there with the light glowing around her.

So beautiful and satanic. His eyes were not coal-dark but ocean-dark, deep pools that seemed to swallow light and exude a cold, evil acumen. His sharp features were chiselled with almost supernatural precision as if a master sculptor had carved him out of pure darkness. His skin, though flawless, had an unnatural pallor, reminiscent of marble but imbued with a hint of something more menacing, like the whisper of shadows that cling to the walls of a forgotten crypt.

That room is definitely cursed and I don't have the courage to open it. I opened the refrigerator and morning's frozen breakfast gawked back at me. I thought I would eat it for dinner but Catherina ordered us dinner as it was late due to rain. I grabbed a water bottle for the night and kept the lights on. I don't like darkness, I am scared of it. My heart thuds whenever I see the dark corner. It feels like he is staring at me. The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion.

“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.

This was pleasant. I felt calm. I gradually give in to the Darkness with each breath.I could feel the darkness within me rise to the surface as midnight descended even further, taking up everything I could see and making the air feel deadly calm. My gaze shifted to the opposite side of the bed, where the lycan king was still asleep. The notion of him being so exposed to me now made me smile nefariously. You could hear the cheers and the mirth from the celebration going on downstairs. They were smiling, laughing, and generally happy. If only they realized that I was going to put an end to their happiness so quickly. Silently, so as not to wake the lycan, I got out of bed and walked across to

When this happened, it pleased the elder who possessed that Undead greatly. In a large castle with lighting that was as bleak as the land of the Undead, there was such a being: an Undead called Dark Shadow. This Undead was sprawled lazily on the only throne in the entire castle, a throne that was hers and hers alone. Unlike her name, Dark Shadow possessed pale beautiful skin that was uncharacteristic of an Undead. Her blood red eyes had a hint of blue in them, and her beautiful face and lovely curves would have easily deceived one into thinking that she was human like they were. Stretching lazily, she twirled a few strands of her long black hair round her fingers, her lazy eyes conveying a s

This is another battle between light and darkness. I will use this opportunity to conjure up new ideas amid this darkness. How do I make myself faint? Will that allow me to escape the darkness I so despise? I want to come up with ingenious ideas to erase this darkness. My eyes are starting to burn with scarlet hues. Subconsciously, I grasp my blanket and covered my face. The burning scarlet hues again pitched into darkness. Sigh. I pull down my blanket, and my eyes start to squint into a moon-shaped crevice.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE