Grunge Dark Aesthetic Novels & Stories

she exclaims and brings out a gray T-shirt and places it on me looking at it like some kind of fashion police. I take the shirt and I turn the front and find an image of a rock band called blood face with peculiar looking makeup. Jade and I definitely have different aesthetics. She has more of a grunge goth aesthetic and I more of a clean girl aesthetic. People tend to wonder how we're even friends at all but we somehow make it work. “What do you think?” She asks. I try to find the right words to say but nothing good seems to pop up in my mind as I look into the weird white faced men staring back at me.

'' Tylor boomed and banged his fists on the wall angrily. My eyes shot up to him. I gasped. His green orbs had disappeared. They were now filled with desolate darkness. His eyes were pitch black, animal-like, deadly. There was no sign of Tylor in those eyes. He was totally gone. '' You disobeyed me! I told you, I told you Sky. I told you not to come out of your fucking room!!'' Tylor fumed. His neck was crawling with darkened veins. It snaked around his arms, his torso and up his face.

he says in a threatening tone, which just amuses me, so I stand up from the chair, take out my gun and place it on the table, smile sideways and slide it towards him. “Here... try it...” I say sarcastically, Griffin looks at the gun and smiles sideways, then leans over and comments amused “I'm not stupid Dark… do you think I don't know why you have your men outside? That possibly at this moment that blonde slut has my head in her sights and this lapdog of yours can at any moment pierce me with his queer knives?... I know how you think and how you move... I would never do something as stupid as attacking the head of Darkness in his own territory alone…” he finishes, he smiled broadly because

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

brought in by the shamans from the south; they tended to speak in riddles when under its influence RAVEN-NINS = always looked depressed and dyed their Slayer uniforms the darkest shade of blue; most were interested in sorcery like the Storks but the dark side of it, Haxan Craft BERSERK-NINS = loved alcohol, soporific mushrooms, and wild parties; their guiding philosophy was “Live life on the edge” SIREN-NINS = those who only had sex on their minds GANG-NINS = extortionists, bullies and wannabe members of bigger, real underworld groups like Kabukimono or Sanhehui (The Tri-Society)

Metal crunched. Then—darkness. ---

Until he came out the door, he glance at me evilly. Ruin me? That's my line. Is it? And my life already a messed. It causes Calvary! But I don't care, that's what I want. War!

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’s your perfect escape. These people don’t deserve you. Why not go where you’d be welcomed and maybe even cherished?” I scoffed. “That Academy? Where everyone’s obsessed with orgies and threesomes?” “Didn’t you say you liked it hard?” I groaned. That was one of those things I’d stupidly said once—just to sound tough. I had ash-blonde hair with purple and pink streaks. Always wore dark eyeliner. Multiple piercings. Cross and butterfly tattoos scattered over my skin. I didn’t do girly. I didn’t wear color. I was always in black, always found with bikers and rogues, clubbing till sunrise, drinking like my liver signed a waiver.

Arthur slid into the passenger's seat of the cab that pulled up in front of him. Richard welcomed him with a grin. “It's freezing out here, man. What took you so long?“ “Sorry, bro. Just had to find the right outfit.“ Richard gestured at his outfit. Black, denim jacket. Black boot. Black gloves. Black hat. Black shades. “You look like you're on goddamn espionage.“ Arthur had zero sense of humor for the night. Something about racing through that door earlier today plunged him into a terrible mood.

which leads your progress to delay. I fully grasp that darkness can be compelling at times, but instead use extra care. Always be incredibly careful in the pitch dark because nobody really fully understands what comes back to haunt you there. There is really nothing more absolutely absurd in this known universe than having to search for your own rationality long when you have already destroyed it.