Falling Into Darkness Novels & Stories

× Dixie × When I fall unconscious, I don’t just fall into the dark abyss of sleep; I fall into a different world as well. At first, I see myself in a world filled with darkness. Nothing but color black. Slowly, the darkness fades, starting from the sky. The dark empty horizon then forms into tangible things like trees, mountains, and a large bright sky filled with clouds and birds flying from a distance. Right before me is a gentle water stream falling from a height a little above mine.

Sophia’s scream echoed through the trees as she plunged into the earth, falling into a pit of shadows. Ethan’s shout followed her, but it was too far away, too distant. The last thing she saw before the darkness swallowed her whole was the glowing eyes of her father, standing watching her fall. Sophia tumbled into the pit, her body twisting as she fell through the suffocating darkness. Her mind scrambled for control, but the fall was disorienting, sending her spiraling deeper into the shadows. The light of the surface quickly vanished above her, leaving her in a vast emptiness that swallowed all sound.

Kade grabbed me, jamal shouted and vale screamed and the children world vanished beneath our feet. And we fell not down but through. Into something that was not space. Not air and not anything that should exist. And as everything twisted around us. The last thing I heard before the darkness closed in was the system’s final declaration: Resolution in progress.

Everything went black, and I collapsed into unconsciousness, Kyle's desperate cry echoing in my ears. "Eileen? Eileen are you okay? Are you there Eileen?" I heard Kyle call. I felt myself falling, falling through a void of darkness and despair. I tried to reach out, to grab onto something, anything, but it was too late. I was consumed by the darkness, swallowed whole by its depths. And as I fell, I knew that I was lost, lost in a world of shadows and fear.

Rose’s POV Darkness didn’t feel like sleep. It felt like falling. Not the kind where you panic and reach for something to hold onto… But the kind where your body doesn’t belong to you anymore. Where you don’t know if you’re going down— Or if something is pulling you deeper. The heartbeat was still there. Loud. Unrelenting. But now… It wasn’t just a sound. It was a guide. Each beat dragged me further into the darkness, like it was leading me somewhere I wasn’t supposed to go.

The intensity of his gaze is like a lighthouse cutting through the darkness. “My babies…” I murmur, my voice barely coming out as a wave of terror settles in my heart. “Save my ba…” The sentence dies on my lips, dragged away by the pain. Darkness begins to claim me, like an uncontrollable tide pulling everything into the abyss. I see Luther’s expression twist in despair, but I can no longer keep my eyes open; my vision becomes a blur as the reality around me fades.

~Mel~ Darkness. It was the only thing I could feel. Heavy, suffocating, endless darkness, like I was sinking into it, with no end in sight. Was this death because it didn’t hurt anymore. But the voices… they were there. Muffled, distant, but familiar. Hannah’s scream echoed faintly, fading as if she was being pulled away from me. Suddenly, I was falling—not in the real world, but in my mind, spiraling through memories I couldn't control. A flash of laughter, a warm touch, and then pain, sharp and burning, tearing through me.

Afraid they like the horrors of black blood and able to sink the dawn. They said someone fell into a gray hole called love. He forgot the logic of the role of light. His soul is blind to the word called love. Again, their tears fell like drops of black blood in a puzzling gray hole. One day, the caller of darkness rose and climbed. She pursues sweet and dark dreams. She ran like flying, to reach the ball in the form of impossibility. It is said that she fell and tried again, continue until sweat soaked the body and soul. Her soul swerved, turned, wheeled, then jumped, danced again.

And then, everything is dark, and cold, with just a haze in my line of sight, as if I’m floating through a dark sky in a bank of clouds. I am falling. The sensation of the floor rushing up to meet me penetrates the darkness. I can do nothing to stop myself from falling, just as I can do nothing to stop myself from dying. I want to say his name one last time, but I have nothing left. There’s nothing left.

A large dark figure approaches Conrod, unable to move. - The great lord will be pleased. The grip came just perfect. says a dark, translucent figure in an interweaving of several voices, and abruptly throws Conrod into a dark hole. Conrod wakes up instantly, tries to get up, and immediately falls to the floor, tangled in a blanket.