Darkness Feeling Novels & Stories

VANESSA'S POV Darkness. Not the gentle dark of night, but an absolute, oppressive void as the moon was utterly consumed. The world didn't just go dark; it was unmade. The familiar silver light was ripped away, leaving a blackness so complete it felt like a physical weight on my eyes. The vibrant, living hum of the territory, the comforting pulse of the pack bond-it all muted, dampened under the shadow's suffocating blanket. For a heart-stopping second, there was only the sound of our own ragged breathing and the thunder of my own pulse.

I say to the love of my life as I succumb to darkness, feeling the world slip away. Darkness was all around me, I felt disconnected from my body. Mentally, I feel like I am straying beyond thought and time. I feel like I am falling into a deep dark abyss, one that I have no power or hope to move from. My body feels heavy like it is weighed down by heavy anvils. It is like I am floating into the vast unknown of this darkened realm, wherever I am. I fight my best to find something, anything, anywhere that I can go.

As I step through the veil that separates the realms, a wave of cold washes over me, chilling me to the bone. The landscape of the realm of darkness is cloaked in shadows so thick they seem to swallow all light. The air is heavy with a sense of foreboding, and whispers full of malice echo through the darkness. I forge ahead, each step feeling like a battle against the oppressive atmosphere that seeks to suffocate me. After what feels like an eternity of navigating through the shadowed realm, I come upon a towering obsidian fortress that looms ominously against the starless sky. Its gates creak open as if beckoning me inside, and with a deep breath, I enter its dark embrace.

Hailey POV Darkness does not feel empty. It feels intimate. Close. Like breath against the back of my neck. When the shadow slams into my chest, I expect pain. Instead— I feel heat. Low. Spreading. Dangerous. The world outside disappears. The ocean. The sky. Dylan’s voice. All gone. There is only blackness and the sound of my own pulse. And something else. It circles me slowly. Not touching. Not yet. You call me hunger, it whispers.

Help! The cacophony of the party fades into the background as I find myself enveloped in a swirling maelstrom of darkness, a blanket of black clouds swirling around me like ethereal tendrils. Despite my fear of the unknown, there's a strange sense of comfort in the inky embrace, as if the darkness itself is cradling me in its arms, shielding me from the dizzying chaos of the world.

The suffocating dark space filled him with a nameless fear, as though he were falling into an endless abyss, unable to escape. Dean drifted aimlessly through the pitch-black space, his feet seemingly touching nothing, devoid of any sensation or echo. It felt as if the world around him had simply ceased to exist. He tried calling out, but his voice was swallowed up, vanishing into the void with no response. His hands reached out in front of him, groping in the dark, and he strained his ears, hoping to catch the faintest sound or hint of movement. Yet, all he was met with was an eerie, suffocating silence.

Darkness has always been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It has always been there, lurking in the shadows, watching me. Ever since the war broke out between the creatures and humans, darkness has been a persistent companion, protector, and guide. But this night was different. As I made my way through the darkness, I felt something else. Something that has never been there before. Something that has my heart beating a little faster and my skin crawling with unease. The darkness seems to be reaching out towards me. Almost as if it were trying to take me.

My concentration wasn’t good at all and It made me expend more than necessary. Sigh, I rub my shoulders as I sit on the bed. My mind seems heavy and it's compelling the fall of my lids. Once my head hits the pillow, I’m a goner. ~ What’s this strange darkness all of a sudden? No matter the many times I flap my lids, nothing of a contrasting color than this bleak darkness turns up. It seeps into my eyes and stings my body with cold shivers. As I stare around in growing fear, a faint voice brushes against my ears and disappears into the darkness.

Just the oppressive darkness that seems to swallow me whole. I try to call out for help, but my voice is barely a whisper. Fear has stolen my voice, leaving me with only sobs and gasps for air. Tears stream down my face as I slide to the ground, wrapping my arms around my knees. The darkness is alive, crawling under my skin and feeding on my fear. I can feel it seeping into my bones, chilling me to the core. I'm trapped, alone, and defenseless. As the minutes tick by, my mind begins to unravel. I'm lost in a sea of darkness, unable to find my way back to the light. My breaths come in ragged gasps, and my body shakes with uncontrollable sobs.

"Is anyone here? Please, someone help me," I croaked instinctively as my eyes fluttered open. The strangest thing about darkness is that you never know what lurks in the corners. Is it safe to step forward or backward? What could be waiting on the left or right? Darkness breeds the kind of fear that sinks deep, a fear that leaves you alone with nothing but your racing heart. It's accompanied by an eerie silence, amplifying the tormenting sound of your own pulse throbbing in your ears.