Darkness Cute Novels & Stories

"Light always needs a source of energy, darkness does not need a source of energy. Therefore, darkness will always beat the light. One day when light disappears the darkness will prevail." --Smash Hits MELODY POV "What role will I play in taking down the bad boy trafficker?" Jordan asked before throwing another small pebble into the water. We watched in silence as the tiny stone fractured the surface of the water, creating big waves as it skated on the moonlit surface before settling with a tiny pop. The blackness under the sparkling surface swallowed it whole without mercy, stealing it from our sight and dragging it to the world of the unknown that lay beneath the pitch blackness. The waves

she added as she clasped their hands together and drew her closer to him, Dark made her sit on his bed. "I know that Amaya." he told her, pecking her on he forehead and getting up to his feet. His seven foot height was a sight to behold, his long dark hair plaited in cornrows and the end packed in a ponytail. His pupils, Iris and Sclera were dark, not a single white in them. His lower lips and his two eyebrows was pierced with a golden earring. He stretches his body, not embarrassed by his nakedness. "Why did you interrupt me?" his frisky mood was gone, his face tightened as black mist surrounds him. "You won't believe what happened," Amaya said, waiting for Dark to ask her 'what happened' w

The bond between us was an unbreakable shield, and the darkness could not penetrate it. Then, amidst the darkness, a figure emerged. It was a creature of shadow, its form shifting and undulating like a living nightmare. “What are you?” I demanded, my voice steady despite the unease gnawing at me. The creature hissed, its eyes glowing with malevolence. “I am the embodiment of darkness, and I will consume this world.” Cassie, Celina, and I formed a defensive line, our unity unwavering. We channeled our elemental powers, ready to face whatever darkness this creature could conjure.

Domino’s POV - The Chase I was finally out, and I started running after her. Not that dark, but the way the cloak of darkness clings to her fur while the moonless night shines on her is breathtaking. Her coat was a canvas of ebony, the darkest black and the silver streaks like stardust in a celestial grace.

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

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.

All her attention was on her nephew, who had closed his eyes, his brows knitted. The darkness that had taken seven lives now, the darkness she feared instinctively and was still glad that it existed because it saved her, very slowly receded on the child's arms and neck. "That's good.", she encouraged him. "Compress it more." She had an inkling what this darkness was, although she wasn't sure about it. It was so strange... different from what she knew. She had only seen ice-mages and a few fire- and wind-mages in her life. This darkness was too unusual. Could it really be a magic ability?

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

I sigh. He gives me a wide smile, one that makes my heart beat faster. "Whoever said darkness is evil did not have the depth of mind to cross the line and go beyond his own limitations. Darkness is much more than a behavioral tendency, it is a world trapped inside a universe itself; where humanity and any other race chooses to hide its most decadent thoughts, needs, and desires... Darkness is only a different way of experiencing things, it is a new veil that can be used to wake up other senses... It is in you, in me, in all of us..."

Finally, I start typing. ObsidianShade: You’re wrong if you think the darkness can be worn like a costume. It consumes you. It’s not about being sweet or light—it’s about being willing to burn everything inside you to ashes. Think you’re ready for that? If you want to shadow me, fine. But you’ll follow my rules. First, prove you can follow orders. Click the link below. It expires in two minutes. Enter the city where you live and nothing else. We’ll talk directly. I don’t work through forums.