Darkness Feeling Novels & Stories

Darkness didn't fall gradually or fade with warning. It took the room violent, complete seizure of every photon. Not a gentle fade into dimness. Not a flicker of dying emergency systems. A complete, suffocating absence like the facility itself had closed its eyes and stopped caring whether we could see. For half a second maybe less, time becoming difficult to measure, No one moved. Because this kind of dark wasn't normal power failure or standard blackout. It wasn't just lack of light that eyes could eventually adjust to.

My body felt heavier than usual. Then I started losing track of time. Entire conversations disappeared from my memory. Days blurred together. People would tell me things that had happened only hours earlier, and I would struggle to remember them. Eventually I stopped fighting the exhaustion. Every time I closed my eyes, it became harder to open them again. Then one day I simply didn't wake up. I remember darkness - not the darkness of a room at night or the darkness behind closed eyelids. This darkness felt endless. Like an ocean stretching forever in every direction.

Xander had probably turned it off when I drifted off to sleep. The more I walked, the sharper the pain felt. I could feel my feet getting bloody, my hand moved and opened the door causing my heart to beat faster with fear. It was as if I were possessed. I wanted to scream, to let somebody know that I had no control and needed help but my lips refused to part. When I opened the door, darkness surrounded me. I had never felt so terrified before. Darkness was my weakness, and now I was swimming in it. My body walked downstairs, my feet burning with every step, I felt like crying but I couldn't even move my lip.

It was overwhelming. It was as if his darkness was pouring into me and being filtered, seeping through my skin and filling every crevice of my being. It was heavy, like a weight pressing down on my chest, suffocating me with its dense presence. The coldness spread through my veins like an icy current, sending shivers down my spine. The darkness itself seemed to have a physical form, swirling around me in a menacing dance, taunting and threatening me with its unknown intentions. And underneath it all was a deep sense of malice, a malevolent force that filled the air with a visible sense of danger.

Knox's POV Darkness. That's all there is at first. Thick, suffocating darkness that wraps around me like a shroud. I try to move, but can't. Try to speak. Can't do that either. Am I dead? The thought drifts through the blackness, detached and distant. Maybe this is what death feels like. Nothingness. Absence. Just... void. But then pain registers. Distant at first, like an echo. Then sharper. More insistent.

Alec Darkness engulfs me, but it's not the type of darkness that accompanies the absence of light. It's a different kind, a darkness that envelops me in a pool of sensation. I float in it, suspended in an abyss. My eyes close and I feel a rush of vertigo. I'm spinning, spinning faster and faster.

I said again, louder this time. “I’m not doing that.” Silence. No reply. No countdown. Nothing. For a moment… I thought maybe I had broken something. Maybe refusing worked. Maybe. The lights went out. All of them. At once. Total darkness swallowed the room. My breath caught instantly. “What the.” The words died in my throat. Because the darkness didn’t feel empty. It felt full. Like something had stepped into the space the light left behind. I stood completely still. Listening. Waiting.

ALLISON POV The darkness was all-consuming. It was a thick, suffocating veil that seemed to wrap around me like a cloak. I could feel it seeping into my bones, its icy tendrils creeping through my veins and filling me with a sense of despair. I had been running for what felt like an eternity, my feet stumbling over the rocky ground as I struggled to find my way. I had no idea where I was, but the fear gnawing at my stomach seemed to grow with each passing moment.

Aeron All I feel at first is the darkness. It isn't the kid that comes when the electricity goes out or when a streetlight flickers dead. This… is different. It clothes me like a second skin, pulling me down even as I try to fight it. The nothingness of it presses onto me from all sides, drowning out my thoughts, my breath… my life, until all I can feel is the absence of everything. But when I finally feel the light of my consciousness closing in, then comes the pain.

I was no longer feeling the void… the pain. In an instant, the anguish was extinguished, replaced by the eerie, numbing solace of The Darkness. Its icy, velvety embrace enveloped me, and I succumbed to its soothing balm, reveling in the sweet release from pain. But as the calm deepened, a new awareness began to stir within me. It started as a spark, a flicker of empowerment that swiftly grew into an uncontainable flame.