Heart Of Darkness Novels & Stories

"I just found out recently. Taking what someone cherishes the most can be disastrous,it could drive one insane" "My mom doesn't Cherish me",I said challenging him. "She doesn't. But she Cherishes the money you make for her, which when she looses, she'd almost go insane!,that's what I want" "Where is your heart Mr Zuoka?",I asked staring at him. "The bullet in this gun is poisoned too, dipped into a plate of poison. The poison would eat your brains first. And as for my heart?...well,every side of it is filled with darkness, and floating round that darkness is a desire,a burning dark desire"

CHAPTER 129 Darkness wasn’t the absence of light. It was the thing that existed behind the lights or where the lights couldn’t reach. With the weight of it, pressing down until the world blurred into nothing but cold. Ophelia floated in it, too tired to swim, too weak to care. Her body, somewhere far away, was a broken thing. Every beat of her heart felt borrowed. The silence cracked. And then a whisper. It brushed her ear like wind across desert sand.

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

The normal rush of it dulled by my aching heart. After a few moments that’s it. All the souls in the forest. Dead. Darkness rises up and rushes towards me from all directions. My form flinches with each new hit of the darkness. Charging me up but not enough - not enough. I’m so tired. I’m broken and tired. My heart feels like an anchor, sinking me lower and lower. Despair seizing my soul. My eyes blink furiously, fighting the darkness threatening to take over.

“This is what it wants. The Incorruptible Heart will be broken, her love lost, her resolve broken, she will be weak. Once this is done it will rise and claim the world as its own.” “What the hell is this thing?” she whispered. “Hell?” the man queried. “The Darkness isn’t defined by human beings, or the many faiths of this planet. It simply is. And anything that has happened right up to the point where you leapt from the boat and into its embrace is due to its designs on you, and what you represent.” Before Beatrice could question him, an image danced before her eyes, she was back on the boat, charging down Emily, the recollection made her voice hitch with horror. Then she was back there, liv

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

The darkness pressed in around me. It was cold and tingled my skin. The darkness expanded outward. A figure stood at a distance. So far, it was only vaguely human-shaped. I squinted, but there was no light. I was standing in empty dreamspace, just like I had been when Isabell had called on me. Except this wasn't Isabell, it couldn't be. It didn't feel like her.

Darkness wasn’t empty. It had texture—layers of sinking, like Dante was dropping through cold water that never let him reach the bottom. The sedative didn’t put him to sleep so much as file him away, a careful shelving of the parts of him that could fight. Somewhere far off, he heard the cutter’s hull creak and complain, and under that—a steadier sound, rhythmic and intimate. A heartbeat. He wasn’t sure if it was his. Then the darkness spoke.

He would ruin my mood. After dinner, I went to my cabin to rest but I woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep again so I just decided to go up on the top deck and get some fresh air. I hold onto the railings and stared at the dark sea in front. Even with the moonlight, the sea is still so dark. It looks so calm on the surface but who knows what are the dangers awaiting beneath it. Even if it's dangerous, I couldn't help but adore it. I wonder how Helion will kill me? Because if I will make the choice, I rather be drowned in such a wonderful sea. Dying under waters is everyone's horror, but for me I think it's a lot more noble. After all, dying in the place you love is better.

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.