Darkness Reaction Novels & Stories

Then, from somewhere far far behind the witches—behind even the imposing silhouette of the castle—a massive beam of dark light erupts skyward. The light is... horrible. It's not the absence of light, but something actively dark, as if it's made of concentrated shadow given form. It shoots upward with tremendous force, piercing through the fog like a spear through paper. The beam is so intense, so purely wrong, that looking at it makes my eyes water and my soul recoil. For a moment, the beam simply stands there, a pillar of darkness connecting earth to heaven. Then the fog begins to react.

Although I was still upset at Raphael, the hatred I was feeling before was completely gone. The Darkness's influence lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it had manipulated my emotions, amplifying every negative sentiment until it became almost unbearable. Anger, grief, despair, and fury… all these feelings had been magnified, distorted, and twisted to serve The Darkness's sinister purposes. Its presence had been a constant catalyst, fueling my pain and nudging me toward destructive choices. And it worked, exploiting my vulnerabilities with devastating precision.

We were losing ground rapidly. Feeling the urgency of the situation, I focused on summoning the Dark, as Rukky had taught me. The ongoing battle roared around us; wolves clashed, teeth gnashed, and destruction unfolded in every direction. The night sky, typically serene, now loomed in an inky blackness, a manifestation of the darkness that engulfed it. It wasn't a mere absence of light; it was a tangible entity, weaving through the air and shrouding the moon from our view. In the midst of the turmoil, I persisted in my efforts to summon the Dark while remaining conscious. The air crackled with the intensity of the ongoing struggle, and the outcome hung in the balance as the forces of light a

Hell, a dinosaur could stomp in front of me and I wouldn't notice because of the dark. My legs stopped only after a few final strides. I stopped walking and just stood. The cold air was making my body shiver badly. My head looked at the ground, and I felt a wet pool of thick liquid surrounding my foot. I saw blood, a lot of blood. On the grass, on my hands, on my clothes, and all-around despite the darkness as if a sudden light exposed those parts. The blood made me scream on the inside but my body didn't react. My eyes followed the trail of blood on their own and stopped suddenly. It took me a second to make out the body on the ground and flames suddenly appeared, burning the lifeless corps

She knew tricks to get rid of it. The moment the blindfold from her eyes was gone, she looked at those persons in front of her with weak vision. She noticed the damaged walls, faded colours and a broken call in front of her. She knew she was just steps away from her death yet she bit on her inner cheek hard to make it bleed. Only distraction and pain could make the drug effect less. She needed to divert her concentration. Psychological setup mattered more.

The temperature in the room dropped, and the lights flickered. Everyone descended into chaos at the sudden disturbance. Gloria's eyes widened in terror, and I felt a strange, dark energy in the air. Shadows seemed to move on their own, sending shivers down my spine as an unsettling voice echoed through the room. "Rhys," the voice said, "the darkness you've embraced is only the beginning." The room fell silent. Gloria turned around, her face pale and clearly terrified.

I felt ropes of hot come coat the walls of my vagina then everything went dark. Sun rays warmed my face and I groaned. I turned multiple times and I realized I wasn't in my bed because I would be on the floor after the second turn. I stretched and a large strong hand wrapped around my waist. The hand pulled me and my back hit his hard chest. I was confused for a minute then everything that happened the night before came rushing to my head and I groaned.

Darkness did not feel the way people described it. It wasn’t empty. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t even silent. It breathed. That was the first thing Eliana noticed when consciousness slowly returned to her. The darkness around her felt alive, like a giant creature inhaling and exhaling against her skin. Cold wrapped around her body in heavy waves, pressing into her chest until breathing became difficult. For a terrifying second, she thought she was still sinking beneath the ground outside her mother’s house.

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.

that dislike had mutated into a terrifying, pure fear. My body always reacts uncontrollably—my heart pounding abnormally and a suffocating tightness in my chest. Click! Without warning, all the lights on the porch and inside the villa suddenly went out. A massive blackout. My world was instantly sucked into pitch-black darkness. The breath I was just about to take suddenly got stuck in my throat. My lungs felt as if they were being forcibly deflated. The turmoil from the flashbacks of this afternoon's shooting—which hadn't fully subsided—now surged back, joining forces with the darkness that surrounded me from all sides.