Heart Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

"Why do you even care? You're just a figment, a construct, you don't exist." I was only ten feet from him. In the shadows I saw him shrug. "I'd be out of a job." He took a puff. "Now keep coming little girl or else it really will get you." With a deep breath, I slowly turned. The wall of darkness pressed all around. It rolled out in clouds to all sides of me. It surrounded me like an ocean wave. I stumbled backwards toward the figure, half turning as I did. I scrambled as I fought for footing away from the wall of darkness. It sent tingling sensations up my legs as I tumbled forward just in front of the figure. I braced for impact. I was going to ruin another pair of work slacks, not to ment

“Those people are crazy. They could do anything to get what they want. The business is so dirty…” “When I told you you’re mine,” he said, “I wasn’t speaking a language you didn’t understand. I was speaking your language.” His words gave me comfort I didn’t know I needed. I didn’t know if I could trust him. I didn’t know if he was genuine. But somehow, I had fallen for him so fast, and it scared me. It scared me because he was here to find his father’s killer. He had a mission to destroy the Blackwoods—and I had Blackwood blood running through my veins.

Controlled chaos. A van rolled past, headlights washing the warehouse in sterile white light. In that momentary glare, the cracks in the bricks showed, the boarded windows rattled, and the faint smear of blood at the edge of the doorframe caught the rider’s attention. They revved the engine once—sharp, decisive.

Guilt plagued him at what he had done to Horann, a nagging doubt in his mind that he should have just left her with her own misery and not added to it. She deserved it. The dark part of him said savagely. Vanadine clamped down on the thought, shoving the evil back into the prison he had created for it. No one deserved what had happened to Horann even if she had brought it on herself like a habitual drug user. Once hooked on the darkness, it took over, destroying the light of humanity and washing it away as if it had never been. Vanadine thought back to Horann as she had been years before.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

** The Choice of Shadows** Clara stood alone in the center of the room, her body trembling as the shadows of her mind crept closer. The words of the dark figure echoed in her mind, each one a weight, pushing down on her soul. You are the darkness, Clara. You can’t outrun it. It’s a part of you. Always has been. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The power inside her was like a tempest—wild, unpredictable, and, at times, terrifying. But it was also exhilarating. It was power, a raw, unbridled force that surged through her veins.

And Darkness, he was back to where had stood earlier, his gaze elsewhere yet she could see his shadows red eye looking at her, shadows weren't meant to have eyes, they weren't meant to be controlled by a human being then how? But Darkness wasn't a human, he was a creation from the depths of hell, the same hell he was pushing her towards. Her eyes trailed down to his bare chest, she had never seen him without his coat or suit before. He was built, huge, way huger than she had thought, her hand traced her collarbone, expecting to hold a chain, only to be met with cold air.

For she knew that as long as she stood together with Aric, they would be unstoppable. Chapter 7: The Heart of Darkness As Elara and Aric fought their way through the battlefield, they came upon a towering citadel that loomed against the horizon, its blackened spires reaching up towards the heavens like the fingers of a grasping demon. "This is the stronghold of the Dark Lord," Aric said, his voice grim. "It is here that the true heart of darkness lies." With a sense of foreboding, Elara and Aric approached the citadel, their steps slow and deliberate. Around them, the air grew thick with the stench of decay, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble with the weight of unseen terror

"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."

The feeling of my heart breaking in my chest, cracking open, bleeding out. "Your baby didn't survive. I'm so sorry. There was nothing we could do. The trauma was too severe. His injuries were too extensive." I wake up gasping. Sweating. My heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. The sheets are twisted around my legs like they're trying to trap me, like they're trying to pull me back into that nightmare. The room is dark, but the darkness doesn't feel safe—it feels like the darkness of that hospital room, the darkness of that night, the darkness I've been trying to escape for years. The darkness that still lives inside me.