Deep Down Dark Novels & Stories

“What club?” “There’s a club over on Chestnut. It's called Dark Seasons,” waving his hand as though he had to think about the name, he continued. “Or it’s something like that. I am sure you will find it. It opened up a few nights ago, you will find it down near the old Fowler Building, I think. You could go there and check it out. Or just have fun… It’s all up to you.” “Perhaps, I will go. What type of club is it?” She asked nonchalantly, although, she was interested in doing anything but sit in the apartment another night.

Kayson returned to his room as well and started to enhance the darksoul that he had just formed. Midnight was the time when the dark energy was at its strongest. It was also the best time to power up his darksoul. Meanwhile, inside a mansion… An old man sat up with someone’s help and growled begrudgingly, “What happened? Do you guys really have to wake me up in the middle of the night?” This old man was none other than Mr. Denn. A middle-aged man greeted him in the courtyard respectfully and said, “I’m sorry for disturbing you in the middle of the night, Mr. Denn. I’ll accept it if you want to punish me.”

" I heard the voice whispered in my ear, a promise that made my soul yearn to reach, that made me fall to my knees, taking a deep breath as tears streamed down my face. It was so easy, so easy to give up. To never feel that pain again and to give up this rage that consumes me. All I had to do was curl up in this darkness and make it my blanket, my protection, my shield. "I'm tired..." My voice is a whisper and when I finally realize that that darkness is going to take me I am pulled out. Dylan POV

Genre: Demon x Human | Dark Fantasy Romance CW: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, possessive behavior, consensual but intense interaction. . . . The tavern in the city’s edge district reeked of smoke, sweat, and regret. Jolene Blaock didn’t mind it. It was a place where questions got lost in drink and eyes never stayed too long on one face. That night, she wanted that anonymity. A bruised heart, a broken job contract, and no more patience for the gods she used to pray to, she just wanted to be left alone.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

The darkness is all encompassing and infinite,a vast and eternal thing that swallows us whole.We dangle in it's midst for a fraction of a second before we descend into free fall.As before,I can see myself and those around me clearly,despite being enclosed in inky blackness.We're falling through time and space,with no end or destination in sight. We're in The Deep again. "Aaaaahhhhh!!" A scream pierces the dark and echoes thinly,then is absorbed by the void.

Everything went dark. ******

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

Waiting. And somewhere deep in the darkness, Something smiled.

6 All I could hear was my deep breaths, I had darkness all around me and I couldn’t fathom how I could help myself get through it, the black and white shades were surrounding me and I was finding a way out. Suddenly a manly voice echoed, “hey hot piece,” it travelled across my mind like a bullet, “whassup huh? how’s you doing,” his voice was making me obnoxious, wanting me to get it out through some way but I was unable to throw it out, instead, It grew further.