Grunge Dark Aesthetic Novels & Stories

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

She heard the sound of the guys' laughter and that was the last thing she remembered before everything turned dark. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ “Fucking hell!” Colton banged his fist to the metal door and clenched his jaw. He knew these parties well and the basement was always the worst place to be in. The first floor area was where people would mingle and party and the upper level was where couples would go to have sex. But the basement… that was where the illegal stuff would go down.

Gods above. He was not merely handsome. He was devastating. He was towering, impossibly tall and easily a head above even the tallest guards. Soren moved with the lethal grace of someone who had long ago stopped pretending to be civilised. Gods, those broad and powerful shoulders strained against the dark court. His ash-grey hair, long enough to brush the collar of his cloak, was tied back roughly, yet several strands had escaped, framing a face that looked carved from moonlight and sin. He had those sharp cheekbones, a strong, straight nose, and a jaw that you could only read in forbidden tales. His eyes were pale, piercing silver-grey swept across the room like a blade searching for throat

I frowned. They allied with the Drow. The Drow were dark elves whose signature trait was blue grey skin and white hair with black eyes. They had red tattoos that looked like claw marks on their arms. My Grandfather had banished them to the under realm, but the Goblins somehow helped them back to our realm. They could make a person feel despair and make them relive their worst nightmares if you got too close to their dark aura. The best way to kill one was from a distance. They reveled in hunting down our people and seeking revenge for their banishment. I hope the Goblin army didn’t have the Drow with them. It would complicate matters. They seemed to be working separately at the moment, recei

The look in his eyes chilling my bones. In an instant he grabs my neck making me look at him. I am scared. His hold tight but not tight enough to choke me. I try to remove his hands but I can’t. He tightens his grip. His body pressed up against mine. His eyes hold something dark in them.

She asked nonchalantly, although, she was interested in doing anything but sit in the apartment another night. He again waved his hand. “It’s a Gothic Club, I suppose. The type of club where young adults act and live out the vampire lifestyle, you know the type I’m referring to, the music is loud; the drinks watered down, and everyone acts like something they’re not.” “I guess… I could check it out.” She added, heading towards the hall. “That is, if you don’t have anything for me to do.” There was a slight hint in her voice asking him to have nothing for her to do.

Else. Something. Darker.

I honestly look so adorable, if I may say. “Let's go.” Tinyeleti walks into her guest room. Well, she has kept to the theme with a red 12-inch frontal and a red dress. Her dress has one long sleeve, and it's so long reaching her feet with a slit that reaches a little below her panties. If she moves a lot, her panty is probably gonna show, but that's if she's wearing it. She rarely put it on. “You look like a bomb.” She does. Tinyeleti's skin is dark melanin, and it shines in the dark. She's very beautiful.

They matched the size of the unknown. Godric held his chest. He had the feeling that the darkness would overwhelm him. He couldn't explain how this darkness could be so powerful that it touched even a ghost. The aura of the unknown was so powerful and haunting that Godric took a step back and dropped to his knees. The darkness seemed to weigh on his shoulders, trying to crush him. It wasn't just the young priest who felt like this, the other monks also seemed to have succumbed to this powerful aura. Amon held onto his staff and tried to defy the force, even if it was almost hopeless. "Don't let up!" He kept shouting encouragingly.