Deep Down Dark Novels & Stories

"Shadows of the deep, drink from my veins. Erebus, Lord of the Unseen, I tear the veil between us. Grant me the dark that consumes the light." A violent, invisible pressure slammed into my chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. The floor beneath me didn't just break; it vanished. When my eyes snapped open, the stone walls and the smell of sulfur were gone. I was standing in a graveyard of stars. It was a realm of infinite, suffocating black, where the ground felt like solidified smoke beneath my boots.

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

Deep’s father spoke. Dr. Reynolds took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey the extent of Deep's injuries without causing any further distress. "I'll be honest with you. Deep has sustained severe injuries. He has deep cuts and bruises all over his body, indicative of a brutal assault. I honestly don’t know how he is even still breathing after all the torture he seems to have gone through. Additionally, several bones are broken, and there might be internal injuries we are yet to fully assess."

People feared the unknown, hence 'The Deep' was one of the most feared forbidden areas in all of Zandor. Unlike the Forest of Gloom, The Deep wasn't located on flat land, but was actually a valley. If one stood on a higher ground, they could easily identify this death trap. This valley was completely desolate, and no matter how brightly the sun shone, its luminous rays could never penetrate the darkness that coated the valley. Like a blanket, this darkness prevented any light from getting through. Even rain was no exception to this exile. Seeing a figure seated in this dark land would have terrified anyone, for how could someone survive in this place?

Faith and the wolf stood at the edge of the deep. Faith held onto Killian’s neck, and he stood like a pillar of stone beside her. Together, they pushed a final, crushing wave of energy into the black pool. The Dark Wolf let out one last, tormenting scream as it was completely pulled down into the depths of the earth. The black liquid followed, drained away into a prison so deep that no king or scientist would ever find it again. The Archive went silent.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

It always seemed to be everyone's favorite spot to torture people, which is why Grayson checks it first. Maverick followed Coal and Grayson into the basement. As they began searching, he slowed his pace and kept a close eye on them. Once they were far enough away, Shade pushed forward and got to work. Maverick slowly turned, his eyes scanning the walls, searching for a spell that he could see through. His hellhound searched the basement, reaching out with his mind to any wolf that may be hiding. It didn't take him long to clear the basement and deem it empty.

"Are you ok?" Summer opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Reaching out she grabbed Asher's shirt trying to keep herself from passing out. "Times up." She muttered just as her whole world turned dark.

The Deep Web was a landscape of "Narrative Poverty." As Silas and Lyra stood on the shore of the liquid-mercury sea, they felt the "System" attempting to "Down-sample" their existence. The gold-and-sapphire light of Silas’s skin and the violet starlight of Lyra’s wings were being compressed, their vibrant colors turning into a grainy, low-fidelity grey. To the Merchant-Beast, they were no longer "Sovereigns"; they were "Excess Assets" to be liquidated.

The descent into the "Deep-Sea Graveyard" was a silent, claustrophobic journey through a world where the sun had been forgotten for a thousand years, Verina sat in the cockpit of the Vane-designed submersible, her hands gripped so tightly around the controls that her knuckles were white and bloodless. Outside the reinforced crystalline hull, the water was a thick, ink-black void, broken only by the occasional ghostly flash of bioluminescent creatures that darted away from the sub’s powerful searchlights. The pressure gauge on the dashboard climbed steadily, a rhythmic, metallic ticking that felt like the countdown to an execution, she could hear the hull groaning under the weight of the Atla