Famous Dark Poetry Novels & Stories

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

“Although you appear nothing more than a spec in the night. Even then, you pierce the dark with light. To them it didn’t matter, but to me it shone so bright. Your gravity brought in the ocean’s tide. “Some say you’re a myth, some say you’re made of cheese. Caught in your embrace, weakness buckled my knees. Your presence may never light up a room, but even then You light my darkest nights like the brightest moon.” "How could an inconsequential existence such as mine ever cross a mind as developed as yours. So I am just going to hide in the shadows, As your light illuminate me forever more..."

His father knowing his son used to be scared of darkness, dry and vacant places. That’s how his father decided to punish that little boy, wherever he wished something from his father, he used to lock him over in a room which he named it ‘a darkroom’, he scared him way too much that whenever somebody asked him if his father is treating him badly, he could only think of his own shouts and plead to his father. Never dared to tell anyone about a single abuse. Brandon knew if he opened his mouth and his father got to listen to complaints against himself, he would be a dead man by the next day.

But for now— They would hunt in the darkness They would lie in silence. And they would protect each other until the Council forced them into the light.

I descended into the cold dark the silence here was different it was old it held no expectation of life only the slow decay of paper and memory I lit a lamp the flame a tiny struggling heart in the vast gloom. I began with the oldest volumes leather bindings cracked spines brittle to the touch. I read of bonds of mate magic of soul ties. I read until my eyes burned, the words blurring into nonsense most of it was poetry reverence for the moon’s sacred connection nothing about breaking nothing about fixing. I found mentions of the blood-sundering, a ritual so dark its name was often scratched away a violation of the natural order it spoke of a shard of oblivion a weapon against the soul.

Did he not listen to me? ----- In a dark pub in the darkest part of Jericho – the town east to Peyton and belongs to the Tigers gang, one despondent man was drowning his sorrows in alcohol. "What's with you? Crying for dead b*tch..." the sniggers of the man entering with a pipe in his hand made the man spit on the floor. "Viper! What do you want?" "That's a beautiful beast..." he saw the majestic tiger lying on the floor. "Does he eat steak?

Test again. Sipho whispered into the night, his voice barely more than shadow: “This is only the beginning. One day, one of you will falter, one will rise, and one… may take what should have been mine. Be ready, for the Darkness does not forgive hesitation. And the world… will remember your choices.”

Eli was alone in the dark. The darkness closed in immediately. It felt thick, heavy, and alive. It pressed against his eyes, against his chest, against his throat. His breathing turned fast and shallow. Old memories flooded back — the closet when he was nine, Marco’s laughter on the other side of the door, the endless black that had made him scream until his throat bled. The night his house burned, smoke filling his lungs, no light, no way out. The basement with Julian, the chains, the fear. “I can’t do this,” Eli whispered, sliding down the wall until he sat on the cold floor. His bandaged hands hugged his knees to his chest. “It’s too dark. Just like before. Just like always.”

The room was drowned in silence. The dais figure then spoke, a rich, throaty sound that washed over the room like a comforting duvet. “My friends. My family. The full moon is coming.” “The moon is coming…” the crowd groaned in unison. “Tonight we gather in preparation for this divine blessing, this power of nature that sets us apart from the world.” “We are apart from others. We are special.” The crowd muttered together. “But tonight we are not alone. There is one amongst us who should not be here.”

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”