Drowning In The Dark Novel Novels & Stories

It’s the pain of loss. I take one last deep breath, steadying the shaking in my hands. The dagger glints under the faint light as I press the tip against my chest. There’s a brief sting, then warmth, then a spreading numbness. The world starts to fade, colors dimming, sounds growing distant. I let go, sinking into the darkness that reaches out to claim me. It feels like falling into cold water, sinking slowly beneath an endless sea. But I am not afraid. Somewhere beyond this dark horizon, I hope to find Dex again — not trapped, not broken, but alive.

Long milky blonde hair with a pair of red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby bookstore to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. And I, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley on the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That's the title! That's the book that I want to read! I didn't sleep peacefully instead I died young! And to add salt to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in the Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous

The dwarf says. The dark below is a prison that is located under the sea where there is nothing but darkness and creatures that feed off of the nothingness and memories of men and women. This is the world that the Circle protects everyone else from and the same world where Troy finds himself in. Smells of rotting fish and dead meat surfaces along the fire prince’s nose. Things that are dead is piled upon the surface. Instead of a proper floor or greenery to stand upon he walks on the bodies of dead animals both that once belong on the land and sea. With each step he takes he can hear the floor’s bodies crush under the flesh of his feet. Then every time he lifts his foot to venture forward, t

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

ADRIAN I almost killed someone this morning. That was what happened when I skipped feeding. After surviving the meeting my mother forced me to sit through earlier and Marcus irritating me for most of the afternoon. I needed blood. By the time night settled over campus, the thirst crawling through my body had already become unbearable. My control felt thinner than usual, stretched to the edge in ways I hated. That was why I came to West Hall. Nobody used this side of campus anymore. It was quiet, empty, and far away from people. Perfect place to regain control before I accidentally ripped someone apart for looking at me too long. I pushed open the old room door and exhaled slowly.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

Here, in the liquid dark, it was an executioner. She saw them. Above her, faces blurred by the dark water, their eyes wide with the same terrible knowledge. Kazimir, his usually granite Russian features contorted into a mask of silent terror. Jun, his arms flailing, a silent scream bubbling from his lips as he struggled against the unseen current dragging him down into the depths. They were drowning, not in the sea, but in something unclear, something that felt wrong—a thick, dark, syrupy substance that clung to her suit like tar.

The world spun, and I felt myself slipping away…Everything went dark. The moon hung low in the sky, a crimson orb casting an eerie glow. I stood at the center of a river that flowed with thick, viscous blood. It swirled around my ankles, then my knees. Pulling me down. I tried to scream, but my voice was drowned out by the sound of rushing blood. The more I struggled the deeper I sank, until the river’s dark, metallic filled my mouth and nose. The world around me was consumed by darkness, and I felt an overwhelming sense of doom.

wishing to swim out of this darkness and follow the light. My lungs protest as a heaviness settles in my chest...I move my legs, kicking , thrashing to only feel a sharp pain in my leg....with now the water around me getting red in the colour of my blood. A second felt like an hour and slowly slowly the air I kept in my lungs was leaking in forms of small bubbles leaving my lips. And that's when I knew, it was my end. I was going to die. Leaving all the struggle, I let my body drown. My stretched hand, wishing to chase light, getting drowned in darkness.