Grunge Dark Aesthetic Novels & Stories

A farm sits on the outskirts of Ny'thal, a country shadowed by blackness. In the abandoned grange are animals. A large gathering of chickens and cows but mostly these animals are sick or already dead. Upon the plantation rest several piles of animal bodies. The stacks of chickens look like they are corrupted. The veins have been pulled away from within the carcasses as if being heated to the point of meshing their insides, but not enough to boil and cook. Their eyes are black and match the same wavering dark cloud color that cast a shadow upon the hellscape of the floating land. Their bodies seem twisted and mutilated. Some of the innards of the polytree are not organs at all. Gravel and vei

Even the name tasted like sin. Think Tinder, but darker. Grittier. Less “looking for my soulmate” and more “ruin me in the backseat of your car while I forget my name.”dudes. This was raw. Unapologetic. A dark, spicy, grown ass version of a hookup app for people who didn’t want small talk, they wanted release. Escape. Power. Pleasure.

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

Sighing she allowed her eyes to open taking in the man that still slept soundly beside her. Up close Summer could make out every single freckle that littered his cheeks and nose. With a smile she found herself remembering how he used to hate his freckles, claiming that they made him look like a child. Now as an adult Summer found that they made him more dashing. "Time to get up." She murmured reaching up a hand to push a stray auburn lock away from Asher's forehead. A grumble of protest erupted from his lips as he pulled Summer closer to him. "Five more minutes." He tried nuzzling against her chest.

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

No matter how much I picked at my skin, it was always there. Harsh florescent lights shone down on smooth cement walls and a dark floor. There were grooves in the tile that led to a singular drain at the very center. When blood filled those little divots, it looked like rivers of pure crimson. I knew from personal experience. My nails still hadn’t grown back. The room was identical to my cell. Home sweet home. Never one to pass up an opportunity, I turned to the camera in the corner of the room and spat at it. “The aesthetic of his place fucking sucks. What kind of interior designer do you people have? Everyone knows dungeon chic is out of style.”

Not now. I was trying to tune it out, trying to focus on what Anthony was saying upfront. Then she started whispering in my ears, sounding so eerie making me winced. I tried to close my ears, and my eyes but it suddenly appeared in front of me. She looked deviously at me, blood was coming out of her mouth. Her eyes were black, her skin has veins and cracked all over making her looked scarier.