Follow Me Darkly Novels & Stories

He underestimates me. The door to his office creaks open, the final sound I need. I’m quick to follow, a silent specter in the darkened halls, each step careful, precise. I let him lead me out, my senses flaring with the thrill of the hunt. He's a shadow ahead of me, a blurred outline against the walls. I hang back, close enough to track him, far enough to stay unseen.

I pushed the door open and ice cold wind howled from the darkness . Then I was driving along an endless dark country road in my cab. But not alone. The back seat was packed with . . . ten? Twelve? Twenty people? I couldn’t see their eyes or their faces in the shadows. They sat silently, expectant and patient . . . for the moment. Deep inside I somehow knew if I didn’t take them where they needed to go, they’d become a lot less patient. Sitting next to me was Mystery Philosophical Guy. I still couldn’t see his face, subconsciously grateful for the way he hid in the shadows, or the way the shadows rode along with him, whichever it was.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

"Your followers lost to my darkness, and you'll be next." Acting on her words, she led the showering of dark energy on her which the rest of the new recruits joined up. Emma was covered, just in a little circle of light shield which still, kept shrinking and eventually brought her to her knees. "If you can't fight me, you join me," Stygian said and added another hand on the other, giving Emma a full bath of her darkness.

After all, the country’s justice system is too weak to eliminate the kinds of him. After a while, a pair of shoes slowly walked towards my bed until I felt a presence beside me. I knew it was Dark, and his stares sent shivers through my spine. I heard him pull a metallic chair until he could already see me close up. I may have not completely opened my eyes, but I know he is examining me. I just have to act effectively.

As darkness pulled me under, I found myself aching for something far more dangerous. I wanted to be worshipped by Lucian. ***** Talia breezed into my room the next morning without knocking, balancing a steaming mug of my favorite coffee in one hand and her laptop in the other. She set the cup on my nightstand with a flourish. “Did you sleep at all last night?” she asked, cocking her head, her dark braid sliding over her shoulder. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead. You have something for me?”

Darkness has always been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It has always been there, lurking in the shadows, watching me. Ever since the war broke out between the creatures and humans, darkness has been a persistent companion, protector, and guide. But this night was different. As I made my way through the darkness, I felt something else. Something that has never been there before. Something that has my heart beating a little faster and my skin crawling with unease. The darkness seems to be reaching out towards me. Almost as if it were trying to take me.

Sylendra questioned fearing her guess to be true but before the man could have answered her, the lights suddenly turned on. And the first thing she saw... made her heart almost pop out of her chest and eyes widened. Her boss... Master Ethan Thompson, great master's son! "Mr.Thompson!" Sylendra uttered in shock before looking at the familiar pair of dark eyes of her boss staring right in her eyes like she was doing. In the moment of freeze, both strangely preferred to stay in the minute of surprise. They both felt being enchanted in one another's eyes, those eyes which hated one another's every single sight.

The house loomed above her like a damp shroud. Lily's fingertips yearned for freedom, for air, for the urban night's electric pulse. Vandaulf had stalked her for weeks, watching, overmastering, confining her. This night, he was not. Tonight, she would be Ina again. An evil grin crept across her lips as she retrieved her phone. One message. Meet me at Inferno. It's time to play. The response came in seconds. *[Damien]: Finally. Thought your jailer lost the key.

“Sure sweetie, go ahead.” Sweetie? Hrmph. “Well first and foremost above all, absolutely no tying me up, no restraints in any way, and no pictures or videos taken of me,” I said, plainly. “Well I very much intend to keep the room dark, so I promise no pictures or video, and as far as restraints, we can save that for another day. Anything else?” I gulped at that and held the phone away, letting out a deep breath.