Goosebumps Dark Falls Novels & Stories

"If you have my soul, you'll not have the others." A low mist rose through the boards, as if being saturated in from outside, and the room grew darker. Nathaniel could barely see his own hands, even though the candle glowed brightly, the blackness eating its light. The sound of burning, and distant echo of agony tore at his eardrums, creating a throb in his skull worse than a blow from an iron bar. 'Hear them and fear them.' A dark shape materialised in the corner, rising taller than a normal man, its limbs elongated and torse contorted and deformed. It was devoid of features but Nathaniel could feel it staring. Could hear its voice clawing in his mind.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

The shelves began collapsing. ⚡ The man in black looked worried. For the first time. 😨 “He’s awake.” Aariz immediately froze. 💔 “No…” The fear in his voice was real. Terrifyingly real. 🌙 “Not yet.” But it was already too late. The floor beneath them cracked open. 💥 Darkness spread across the room. Like living smoke. 🌑 Something was rising. Something ancient. Something trapped. 💀 ⸻ 🌙 The Basement

Writer's POV “Vikram,” Emilio muttered under his breath, his fangs glinting as he clenched his jaw. “You’ll pay for this.” Earlier, Emilio had returned home to find his parents dead. The gruesome scene was seared into his memory—the lifeless bodies, the blood pooled on the floor, and the hollow silence that followed. But now, as a vampire, his senses were sharper. He could smell Vikram’s scent lingering in the air that night. And Donald Dale’s name had surfaced in whispers among those who thrived in the shadows. Together, they had orchestrated the massacre.

It will only take half a second for whoever is out there to get a good shot and take another member of this Pack out for good. “Fuck.” Low growls when a shot comes from somewhere in the darkness, it hits the ground right next to Ghost’s foot and makes him fall back onto his ass. I glance at him and realise my mistake. Ghost is no ordinary man; he practically glows in the dark like a damn homing beacon for anyone hunting at night.

"It has come...It is here!" Iris came around. "I've called the ambulance! They will be here—" Davina croaked. "The dark one will walk the earth again..." "What?" Goosebumps scattered across my skin the moment she uttered those words. "The dark one will walk the earth again!" Her voice grew louder. At the same time, she convulsed violently on the floor. "Davina! Hold it together—" "THE DARK ONE WILL WALK THE EARTH AGAIN!" I shook her shoulders but she kept staring up at the night sky and started screaming.

Unease clung to her every step, urging her to stay alert. Suddenly, the ground beneath them trembled, causing Amelia to lose her footing. She stumbled, barely managing to catch herself before falling. The pack members growled in alarm, their instincts sensing danger. A massive creature burst forth from the ground, its body covered in gnarled roots and jagged stone. Its eyes glowed with a malicious light as it let out a bone-chilling roar. It was a creature born of darkness and chaos, corrupted by the very essence of the Ancient One itself.

My heart pounded in my ears as the hair in the back of my neck stood, my body tingled with goosebumps. My breath lodged tightly in my throat as an unseen force lifted the hair from my shoulders and wrapped its hand around my throat. Though the grip wasn't tight or painful, but the sheer shock caused me to let out a loud scream that bounced off the walls of the dark room. I turned around again and this time, the darkness shifted, revealing a man with feral, dark eyes. His eyes were dark and emotionless as he grinned at me without humor, his canines elongated at the motion. With one last stroke to my neck, he growled out;

The Fallens didn’t budge but deeply gaze at her. Their expression was frightening as no one could ever make sure of what emotions are hiding behind the horrifying purple eyes that appeared from the dark glob of darkness. Rose asked for them to talk face to face but she wasn’t sure if the Fallens could speak. However, she was certain that the creature could understand her as the Fallens aren’t essentially a curse but a creature that had been summoned for a curse. The Fallens slowly left Dominic’s side for a while. The dark glob moved across the floor, like a sort of liquid that stick together without touching its surrounding or leaving a dark trace.

*** Dark Castle: Dark could feel that something wasn't right and quickly open his eyes, sitting upright on his bed when he didn't see Raziah, maybe she went to take her bath but when he listened closely, his castle was quite, no movement was heard, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, his eyes immediately flew open. A familiar scent mixed with a new strange one filled the room which he could recognize. He quickly left the bed and went to the dark pool and kicked it repeatedly, ignoring the splash of water pouring out. Gon's head emerged out of the dark pool, glaring at his brother.