Footsteps In The Dark Book Novels & Stories

This time, I didn’t flinch. The book flared in my hands. Light, bright and white, erupted from it, washing over the forest floor. The shadows were erratic as if it as in pain, if that was even possible. It was twisting and writhing, trying to retreat. The figure screamed too, its voice a mixture of rage and fear. “You cannot—she is not ready—” But the light didn’t stop. It surged through me, through the ground, through the forest itself. And then—silence.

Footsteps emerged closer to me. "Who..Go…Please…..Don’t…hurt me." I rumble like a weirdo. I clearly remember what happens in the dark, it’s dark and quiet so you think no one will find you but the dark is the devil's hideout, you can’t hide for long only if it’s a trap.

”she added She walked past them toward the exit, barefoot, leaving ice like footprints that melted the moment she passed and right behind her, the warehouse lights flickered once then died forever. In the darkness, something small and new kicked inside her, impatient for the war to come

A humming beneath the floors. I lit no candles. I waited in the dark. When the footsteps came, they weren’t loud. Just soft thuds moving down the hallway. My body froze, but my mind did not. I stepped to the door and opened it gently. Muddy footprints. Leading from the west wing. Straight to my door.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Miyuki walked slowly towards her neighborhood, following the route of the bus she had taken here. Miyuki felt extraordinary peace and contentment until suddenly, when she walked past the smaller street flooded with darkness, she felt someone grab her arm and pulling into this darkness. Miyuki's heart immediately began to beat quickly with fear that enveloped her again like a shroud. She tried to focus on what to do if was about to face some kind of monster, but the fear seemed to drown it all out.

" I called out but I got no response. I decided to go after the voice, walking in the darkness. I stumbled through the darkness, my hands outstretched in front of me. Although, I couldn't remember how I got here or why everything was so dark. All I knew was that I needed to find the light. As I walked, my feet felt heavy and uncoordinated. I stumbled over unseen obstacles, but somehow, I managed to keep moving forward, not stopping. My own breathing echoed in the darkness, and the sound made me feel even more alone. Suddenly, I saw a flicker of light in the distance. It was like a tiny spark, barely visible, but it was enough to give me hope. I quickened my pace, feeling a surge of adrenalin

Jane’s lips moved soundlessly, maybe a prayer. One by one, they went. Each girl walking up on legs that barely held them. I watched them press trembling hands to that dark cover, listened to their voices, some stumbling through the words as if they could outrun the meaning. Others seemed almost desperate, tears streaking down their cheeks, voices breaking. Each time, the silver clasps on the book glowed with a faint, eerie light. The air thickened, twisting in on itself until it felt like trying to breathe through wet cloth. I wanted to run. My feet itched to turn and flee through the doors, down the hall, anywhere that wasn’t here. But there was nowhere to go. Nowhere they wouldn’t drag me

I triple my pace until my knees are weak, until the loafers feel broken and my feet sore… and until I collapse on the ground, breathless. The silent footsteps get closer and so is the predatory presence. ‘Who are you?’ I want to ask, but my lips are too weak. My eyelashes are suddenly too heavy to keep open. Slowly, I slip into the gross darkness.

My fingers trailed over the tender spot, feeling the raw pain of an injury I didn’t remember receiving. The darkness thickened, wrapping around me like a living thing, sinking its teeth into my mind. My thoughts spiraled. Was this a dream? A nightmare? Had I finally lost my grip on reality? Then—footsteps. Soft at first, like a whisper against stone. My breath caught. I had spent hours—days?—in this cell, swallowed by the dark, alone. Until now. I strained to hear, my senses sharpening. The footsteps were slow, deliberate. They stopped just outside the door. Silence. The kind that wasn’t empty, but brimming with something unseen, something that sent a shiver racing down my spine.