Heart Of Darkness Novels & Stories

Within the separate, Ethan saw a faint shine, a little, flashing light that appeared to beckon them forward. “That's it,” Miriam said, her voice resounding within the emptiness. “The heart of the abyss.” They moved towards the light, the quietness around them was harsh. As they drew closer, Ethan felt the weight of the obscurity squeezing down on him, the air became colder with each step. At last, they came to the heart of the abyss, a gigantic, throbbing sphere of darkness that drifted within the air before them. The light that had drawn them in was coming from inside it, a little, flashing fire that appeared to be battling against the obscurity.

Nightshade pack has the best parts, for example the pack-house, the modern houses and lavish lifestyles that people live, but there’s also the pauper’s part of the pack, where the homeless stay and strive to survive, begging for just crumbs of food. The lane is long and dark, a blanket is draped on the floor and someone is on it, his head resting on the wall, eyes shut. My heart breaks for this person as I make my way towards him. “Hey.” I say softly, he opens his eyes and stares at me, a flicker of recognition flashes through his dark eyes, how can someone's eyes be so dark?

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

Somehow, that's quite laughable. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Love is denying oneself for another. Adam chose himself when he refused therapy. Adam chose himself by not letting me join him in his business. Yet, Adam chose me when flocks of women desired him. Adam chose me when my life was threatened countless times. The man puts himself through hell for me. I threw my phone on the bed. I felt distraught and torn: like there were two parts of me fighting against each other inside my heart and mind. Ultimately, I could only curl into a ball on the floor and force myself to go numb.

The faces of the frozen wolves passed by, their silent screams echoing through the very air, a chilling testament to the Heartstone's perversion. I felt their despair, their life force stolen, a sickening emptiness that threatened to seep into my own soul. But I pushed it back, focusing on Olivia, on the life force she represented. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached the Heartstone. It pulsed with a sickly green light, veins of black, corrupted energy pulsing beneath its crystalline surface, feeding the ice that held the wolves captive. It was a monstrous, beautiful thing, a power source twisted to malevolent ends.

"We pay it together. Half of your soul is mine anyway. He’ll have to go through the Rebel to get to the Queen." The Prime-Chamber was not a room; it was a throat. The walls were made of living obsidian, pulsing with a slow, oily black light that seemed to eat the very air we breathed. In the center sat the World-Eater, the mountain-sized heart we had seen before. But now, it was open. A massive, vertical crack had appeared in the center of the heart, revealing a core of pure, swirling Void. It wasn't a vacuum; it was a library of every shadow the world had ever produced.

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

She’d snuck into the forbidden library with a boy who didn’t speak much, who had bruises on his back and fire in his eyes. Ethan. And together, they’d read books that even the patriarchs feared to open. One of those books spoke of “The Heart of the House.” It remembers every blood that’s been spilled in its name. But none of the books said it was real. She thought it was symbolic. A metaphor for the darkness rooted in this land. Now she stood before it. And it was awake. Ethan’s face in the blood began to blur. At the same moment, the manor groaned. Not an earthquake—but something deeper. Like a beast shifting underground.

The dark night always reminded people of many things that they didn't dare to imagine. Sometimes people were more frightening than evil spirits. The most poisonous thing in the world was not the arsenic, but the human heart. Some people could be unscrupulous for money, some could do whatever they wanted, and some could crush others under their feet for their own lives. Someone... It was an eternal truth that truth, goodness and beauty were always opposite to falsehood, wickedness and ugliness. All of a sudden,Tristan wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it up in the wind.

Dakota repeated the words with interest, completely unbothered. Then she pointed at the box on the table. “Open it.” Under the threat against his neck, the man reluctantly obeyed. At first, Dakota assumed it was drugs. But the moment the lid opened and she saw a human heart inside— Her mind went blank. Nathan Drakov’s earlier words suddenly echoed in her head. “The truly horrifying part comes later. What you saw before was just the appetizer.” Dakota didn’t even need to open the remaining boxes to know what was inside.