Heart Of Darkness Novels & Stories

He had to know the story of this pack; he had to know the truth of what happened here and why his former partner had never spoken to him of them. He searched the dim room for anything he could use as a stool. Through the broken boxes and decanters, he finally found a crate large enough he could use as a chair. A pack of Marlboro Mediums lay on the table next to the book and he just stared hoping the book would somehow flip its page. Finally, he found the courage to light a cigarette and turn the yellowing page, two things he knew, one, what was in these pages would clear up a mystery for him, and two, it was going to be a long night.

In his heart, he barely imagine his family that he left behind, as if they becoming the fragment that will lost in no time. This unbeknowst to him, and this journey had them reach the moment of no return this whole time. Lies the darkness is the forbidden in itself, and no one can ever escape the shadow of the darkness that is cruel! In an instant, the expedition becomes bloody, but the bloody-robe man said as he realize a thing, “Head to my order, you bastards! Hunt the knowledge, not each other's bloody head!” No one is paying attention to him though, but as he reveal the classic from his robe, the blinding light stop them and they are shaking in their knees!

It was like a poker game. Once I took the seat, dad broke the silence, "speak up, young man. What brings you to our home, and.." Before dad finished speaking, mom rubbed dad's arm that he'd laid on her shoulder. That way, dad posed, and mom nodded to Anthony. As soon as words left Anthony's lips, my heart skipped a beat, not once but nearly thrice. I could no longer feel my heartbeat. I became emotionless and motionless like a statue. Darkness grew in the room. My body became colder and colder. I could see Anthony's lips moving but couldn't get his words. Suddenly, darkness engulfed my eyes and world.

Their mother had dedicated her life to understanding the curse and finding a way to break it. As they delved deeper into the journal, they discovered references to a hidden artifact, the "Heart of Light," believed to hold the key to dispelling the darkness. It was said to possess immense power and could only be found by those who were pure of heart and unwavering in their resolve.

I concentrate on the feeling of my skin on his. Valen has done bad things. But he is a human being. He has a heart. He has his own mind. He has potential. With determined focus, I let myself dive into his mind. Deeper and deeper I burrow. I ignore all the darkness, all the actions of his past. I dive for the center of his mind. And there, in the very middle of who he is, I find it. A pulsing black darkness. It’s real and it’s alive. There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning.

CHAPTER 12 “The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.”__William Wordsworth MELODY POV Hazel eyes, rainforest, and hot muscles. That’s the definition of distraction in all forms of the word and I hated it. The things I felt for Jordan Fuckin’ Rothschild had to be all inhuman, and I found myself having a hard trying to wrap my mind around the whole thing.

His raven black short hair shines at the light of the small chandelier, although his bangs cover his eyes as he looked down, Ariz knew how beautiful his emerald green eyes are. Nobel Damian Lewis is his full name. At the age of 23, he is already a well-known parapsychologist, professor/researcher in British Society for Psychic Research that studied paranormal activities both those blamed to be cause by entities, and those believed to be cause by the mysterious ability of human mind. Aside from his genius mind, Nobel is also popular because of his handsome looks. With the height of 5’11, a lean body, and his pale white skin, people once asked her if her boss is a real living vampire.

“What do you mean, ‘darker nature’?” The man’s smile faded as he stepped closer to her. “The Heart is not just a source of power. It is a conduit, one that can be manipulated by those who know how to harness it. And those who do not—” He paused, his voice growing darker. “—those who fail to understand it, will be consumed by it.” Kael’s posture shifted again, his expression clouded. “I’ve already warned you about the Heart. You don’t understand what you’re dealing with.”

But we could also be your completion. The choice hung in the void like a blade made of truth. --- The Heart’s Cry The newborn Heart awoke fully for the first time. Its light burst outward, illuminating the shadow—but instead of driving it away, it revealed it. Within the vast darkness were shapes, forms—souls made of broken songs and silenced prayers. They weren’t evil. They were simply unfinished. The Heart’s light pulsed weakly, flickering in distress. Lunara rushed forward and pressed both hands against its radiant surface. “Shh… It’s all right. You’re not alone.”

" My mother sat frozen on the ground, her gaze empty as she stared at the check. Samuel's silhouette faded away. The blood on my mother's arms and legs had turned to a dark crust. The relentless sun baked her, turning her skin a deep red. Time seemed to stand still until, at last, she stirred. She lowered her head and let out a cry of despair so raw, it echoed the pain of a creature in its final moments. "Yocelyn, how could you have loved a man like that?!" Beneath the harsh sun, I broke out in a cold sweat. My heart ached as I stayed by my mother's side, wishing I could wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world. However, to protect a man like that…