Heart Of Darkness Book Novels & Stories

Then I closed it gently behind me. The corridor was dark. Only a few dim lights glowed along the walls, casting long shadows that stretched across the floor. The mansion always felt different at night. Colder and lonelier. I wrapped my arms around myself and started walking. I didn’t know exactly where I was going. I just knew I couldn’t stay in that room, not with him, especially after what had just happened. I know it's normal for married people but that wasn't normal, what was going on my marriage was heartbreaking. My marriage was falling apart.

Chapter 134: Abyss of Regrets DAMIEN’S POV I woke with a violent gasp, my body slamming against something that felt like cold stone yet dissolved into smoke the moment I touched it. The impact rattled through my bones, stealing the air from my lungs. Darkness stretched in every direction, an endless, suffocating void that pressed against my skin with icy, probing fingers. It wasn't a mere absence of light. This darkness breathed, it watched, and it hungered.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears. He didn’t even stay the night. I hated what came after. The ache. The hollow quiet that slipped into my chest and made me realize how deeply he had already rooted himself in my life. I rubbed my face, letting out a small, humorless laugh. In the corner of the room, the large black box the servants had brought earlier still sat open. Clothes folded with careful precision. I crouched to close it—and then my gaze snagged on a book bound in dark brown leather.

And yet, my mind kept drifting to one thought, one presence that had not yet arrived. Diego. My heart betrayed me, racing with every passing minute, with every arrival that was not him. I told myself I was being foolish, that it was dangerous to even hope for his presence. But the truth was undeniable: I wanted to see him. The drums began to play softly, their rhythm steady like the heartbeat of the forest, as twilight deepened into night. Lanterns blazed to life, illuminating the woods in warm, golden hues. Wolves laughed, embraced, exchanged old stories of battles and hunts long past. The gathering had officially begun.

"Lylith, you always said you wanted a private island. But since you can't stand the cold, it has to be drenched in sunshine year-round." "You told me you envied birds—how they could soar freely and see the whole world beneath them. So I bought millions of drones behind her back. Now you can see every corner of the earth from above." "You used to say that tattooing a lover's name meant you'd be bound together forever. I couldn't stand the idea of you going through that pain, so I lied and told you I hated tattoos. If anyone's going to do something that reckless, it'll be me."

Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 61-1 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Few hours back He was a heartless demon, drowned in evilness and darkness, feeding on fear to give sick pleasure to his psychotic neurons with drenching into blood.

“Something real. Not a memory of a party or a name of a person we both hate. Tell me something you see right now.” I looked around the room. I saw the way the firelight danced on the gold leaf of the book spines. I saw the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, silent stars. I saw the way the shadows made him look younger, softer. “I see the fire,” I said, my voice low and melodic. “It’s dying down to embers, a soft, glowing orange. It looks like the heart of a mountain. And the books… they look like a city of paper, all standing at attention, waiting for someone to listen to them. And I see a man who is far more than the darkness he’s been handed.”

The darkness wasn’t empty. It was alive—breathing, whispering, pulsing with a sentience that clawed at Elara’s mind the moment the light vanished. Shadows didn’t just fall around them—they devoured, unraveling the very fabric of the chamber until the three of them stood in a void that didn’t exist moments ago. Dain’s sword pulsed faintly, barely illuminating his sharp features as he stepped closer to Elara, his voice low. “This isn’t the creature. This is older. This is him.”

It pulsed with a dark light, a heartbeat, a rhythm that matched my own. "The heart," I whispered. I approached the door. The shadows grew closer, their whispers filling the air. "Turn back." "You do not belong here." "You will be lost." "You will never return." I ignored them. I placed my hand on the door, and it opened. Beyond the door, there was a chamber. It was vast, filled with pillars of obsidian. In the center, on a pedestal of bone, there was a heart. It was black, pulsing with dark light, beating with a rhythm that was not quite human.

The operating room doors closed like the final page of a book. In an instant, Yvonne and I were cut apart, as though we had been pushed into two different worlds. I wanted to laugh, but something caught in my throat. A metallic taste spread through my mouth, and something darker, heavier, sank inside my chest. Hopelessness was growing in me. I stood behind the hose cabinet like a broken statue for what felt like an eternity. By the time the doors finally opened again, the wind had already dried my tears.