Heart Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

"Leaking the Thorne Protocol. You thought you could burn the tower down and walk away. But all you did was show the world where my heart is buried." "You don't have a heart, Dark." "I didn't," he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Until I saw you crumpled on that elevator floor. Until I saw the blood. In that moment, I didn't care about the board members, or the DA, or my mother’s ghost. I only cared about the fact that the world was going gray because you were leaving it."

“It’s a manifestation.” Kael stepped forward slowly, his voice steady—but strained. “The Heart of Darkness.” The name alone seemed to weigh on the air. Ethan didn’t look away. “It’s not hiding anymore,” he said. “No,” Kael replied. “Because it doesn’t need to.” --- The Descent of Fear The Heart pulsed. Once. And the world reacted. Across the sanctuary, soldiers staggered. Creatures growled uneasily. Some dropped to their knees, clutching their heads as whispers flooded their minds.

I sigh. He gives me a wide smile, one that makes my heart beat faster. "Whoever said darkness is evil did not have the depth of mind to cross the line and go beyond his own limitations. Darkness is much more than a behavioral tendency, it is a world trapped inside a universe itself; where humanity and any other race chooses to hide its most decadent thoughts, needs, and desires... Darkness is only a different way of experiencing things, it is a new veil that can be used to wake up other senses... It is in you, in me, in all of us..."

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.

He kept that pleasant smile plastered on his face, but his eyes were deadly serious. "How thoughtful," I scoffed. Dr. Sweetheart took a drink of his whiskey with a light chuckle. "Don't be that way, Adam. You poked at a sleeping dragon, so you should have expected it to wake up." I chuckled darkly. "I've slain quite a few dragons over the past few years." Dr. Sweetheart calmly nodded, clearly unimpressed. "Yes, I've heard the stories. Rumors about 'The Devil Dog' spread like wildfire in our line of work every day."

Satisfied that her brain was developing normally despite the torment from Darkness and the continual assault of the parasites, once he knew every last one was gone, he moved to her heart. The heart was so clogged it seemed almost impossible for it to continue beating. It was clear to him that Darkness was setting up to kill the child. Why? He was still trying to acquire Elina. Was it possible Darkness realized the baby was female and Elina had managed to thwart him on the sex? Was it possible the baby was resisting him in the same way Elina was? Whatever the reason, the heart was laboring because Darkness had ordered the parasites to clog the chambers. They scurried away from the light, some

Quinn nudged her shoulder, lightly. They sat in silence as Oshey gathered her courage. "I have seen a dark place, where the sky is almost purple. I saw a warehouse, and I saw green and red lights. I remember something about white light or the color white. I don't know. I also saw you and me. We weren't here, we were in the mountains. I remember I was upset about something. It’s all jumbled in my head and I can’t distinguish what is real and what is dreams.” "Can you be any more cryptic?" Quinn chuckled and pulled Oshey into a hug.

Heartman paced within the dimly lit pack house, his heart weighed down by anguish. The burden of his son's disappearance and the impending loss of his wife, Nathalie, had become unbearable. Safeguarding his pack had always been paramount, but now his entire world seemed to crumble. Unable to stand idly by, Heartman summoned his most trusted warriors. They gathered, eyes reflecting a mix of concern and determination, as the moon's soft glow cast an ethereal light on their fur. The impending darkness compelled Heartman to take matters into his own hands.

The dark corner was pitch black without a glimmer of light or moonlight. Zoey caught the faint smell of alcohol. Her palms against the man's chest felt solid to the touch. The fabric of the man's suit was of the highest quality because it was soft and comfortable. She was night-blind, so she couldn't see anything in the dark. Going by her gut and the familiar scent, she fell silent for a bit before whispering, "Laurence?" Like a stone thrown into the sea, her cries went unanswered. She was afraid of the dark. As time passed, the fear took her, and her lashes fluttered.

Just as I decided to go home and sulk over a bottle of whisky the moonlight caught something silvery on the sand which in turn caught my attention. I turned on my phone torch and bent to examine whatever it was. Sand covered most of it probably when Butterfly drove off so I had to dig it out. When I did I saw it was a decorated gold-and-black card probably the size of an ID that was an invitation to the opening of a club called Ecstasy!. I recognized it immediately because — Christ, what was her name again? — well, my newest conquest was ranting and raving about it before she started ranting and raving about me.