Footsteps In The Dark Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 14 Kylie Brown smirk, "You think I don't know, you dare to stay out at night and don't come back so I already guessed it you must get some help for your so-called lover to cancel your adoption. That's why you become this bold. But this doesn't last long, what I say to make you in my foot again." Hahaha!!

He felt himself being buried on the bed and then the feeling of falling again. Chris gasped as he opened his eyes once again. Another unfamiliar place welcomed him. “What is happening? What is this place?” He kept asking on his mind. Fear is starting to creep his reasoning. His eyes started to adjust in the dim light. He seems to be in an empty corridor, with no other way but forward. With nothing but paranoia, he started walking. The dark atmosphere only adds fuel to his playful mind. Still, he continued walking with each cautious step. Tap. Tap. Tap.

There was a small window there, cracked and dirty but offering a view into what had once been the main living area. I bent down and hid under it, pressing my back against the cold stone wall, and waited quietly. Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. Time felt strange here, distorted by the presence of dark magic. I was beginning to wonder if Beatrice had been wrong, if Stephanie was not coming tonight, when I heard it. Footsteps. Not from the path I had taken, but from the direction of the main pack house. Someone was approaching, moving with the confidence of someone who had made this journey many times before.

Everywhere was just plain and black in an overwhelming darkness that made vision very difficult. I closed my eyes a bit blinking several times until my eyes got used to the darkness but even so I could only see only two meters in front of me. Beyond those two meters, the darkness became solid. It was like staring into endless ink. No matter how hard I focused, nothing existed beyond that point. I continued moving forward at random not entirely sure of where I was going. Every footstep echoed for far longer than it should have. Sometimes I couldn’t even tell if the footsteps belonged to me…

Lysandra pov My bare feet moved cautiously over the cold, unforgiving ground, each step swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence. Darkness stretched endlessly around me, no shapes, no horizon, only emptiness. I had been walking for what felt like days, relentlessly moving forward without ever glimpsing even the faintest spark of light. A disturbing thought crossed my mind. Was I dead? Had I crossed into some kind of purgatory after my death?

My stomach flips. Maybe it isn’t just the wind… My heart pounds faster. “Hello?” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Is someone there?” No answer. Just the sound of heavy breathing. And then… footsteps. Not human footsteps. Heavy, predatory. I take a step back. “I… I need to go…” Before I can turn around properly, I see them. Several figures emerge from the shadows, crouched low, moving like predators. Their eyes glow in the dark, gold, green, sharp. Their movements are stiff, jerky, unnatural. I blink. My stomach drops.

The darkness is back, and this time, it’s not just in my mind. Suddenly, the trees around us creak and groan, as if something massive is moving through them. The ground beneath us trembles, and I can hear the faint sound of footsteps—heavy, deliberate, getting closer. Luke’s body goes rigid, his muscles coiling like a predator ready to strike. “Stay behind me.” I don’t argue. I can feel the danger, the malevolence in the air. Whatever is coming... it’s not here for a friendly chat. As the footsteps grow louder, a figure emerges from the shadows between the trees. Tall, cloaked in darkness, its eyes glowing with a sickly, unnatural light. My blood turns to ice.

Their branches curled like claws, reaching for me, and a shiver crawled down my spine. There was something in the air. It felt like the stories that Bridgette told me about the places in hell someone may never return from. The places people with souls must never step foot in. I should have never signed up for this. I risked a glance over my shoulder at where Dark had previously stood. He was no longer standing there, and my heart stormed against my chest. He left. The ground beneath my boots was dry and broken, splitting with each step I took. But no sound followed. No echo. No life. Just silence.

Anything to wipe that smug look off his lips. Just when I thought hope had abandoned me, the dark, silent void around me seemed to ripple. The footsteps—his footsteps—echoed first, steady and unyielding. Then three more joined in perfect rhythm, a synchronized, almost predatory beat. I didn’t dare lift my head, not yet; the Luna’s glare aimed at me still glinted with malice, waiting for the first crack in my defenses.

Moonlight shined through the tall windows, casting creepy shadows over the tall bookshelves. Think, Isabella. Think. Running wasn't enough. I was trapped in his house. I stood up and looked around in the dark. I needed a weapon. I saw a sharp metal letter opener on a reading table. I grabbed it, gripping it so tightly my knuckles turned white. Then, I heard it. The slow, heavy sound of his footsteps coming down the hall. He wasn't running. He was hunting me. The footsteps stopped right outside the doors. The doorknob rattled wildly as he tested the lock. Then, it got very quiet. It was terrifying.