Heart Of The Darkness Novels & Stories

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

Standing in the dressing room, my hands fidgeting, thinking on whether I should escape or not. I was about to get married to my crush that every girl dreamt of marrying but there was a huge problem. I am just a replacement for his ex-lover and I thought he loved me but nope I was wrong. I regret every second I spent with him. taking a handful of my long wedding dress, I ran towards the escape plan and setup. There was a cab waiting for me outside but a few blocks away. I ran and ran till I reached the cab, not looking back. time to change everything and make this one die.

The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion. He always makes me feel that he is not present but I know he is present in the darkness of the house. He owns it, darkness is his slave and he conquers everything with it. I entered the room and quickly switched on the lights. I can hear my own heartbeats as I gulped in fear and my hands started shaking making the water in my bottle tremble with the movements. Never in my life have I thought that I'll be this terrified to enter my own room. It feels tragic.

Cassian bowed his head, forehead nearly touching mine. “Then do it.” Damien roared from the archway. “No!” Too late. My blood sank through Cassian’s shirt. Into silver light. Into the Heart. Into him. The world turned white. For one endless second, I felt everything. Cassian’s chains. His screams under Black Hollow. His sister’s betrayal. Damien’s blade. The Heart forced into his chest. Twenty-one years of darkness. Twenty-one years of not dying. Twenty-one years of waiting without knowing whether anyone would ever come.

She walked through them, the blade leading her, the light burning away the darkness that clung to her skin. Inside, the structure was vast, its walls pulsing with the same light that had called to her since she was a child. At its center, on a pedestal of shadow, lay a heart. A heart of darkness, of hunger, of everything that had been waiting since before the first drew breath. It pulsed, and she felt it in her blood, in her bones, in the blade that blazed at her hip. It was calling to her, asking her to join it, to become part of the darkness that had been waiting for her since before she was born.

It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

The Darkness didn’t hesitate again. It flooded him. Not trickling. Not whispering. Pouring. Like an ocean breaking through a dam. Pain tore through his bones. His spine arched. A scream ripped from his throat— Then twisted into something deeper. Something ancient. Veins blackened completely. Skin cracking like dried earth. The air around him distorted. Reality bending. Hunters’ corpses nearby began sinking into the soil like the earth itself rejected them. The forest groaned. Roots crawling. Branches snapping.

The day my aunt suffered heart failure, my father had my mother strapped to an operating table and forcibly took her heart, giving it to my aunt and buying her another ten years of life. That day, I left home and devoted myself to my studies. I eventually entered the medical research institute with the highest score in the entire country. Ten years later, I developed an artificial heart and became a highly sought-after medical expert. Countless people came to me, desperate for a chance to receive one of my artificial hearts. One day, my assistant handed me the latest application list. At the very top of the list was my aunt's name. I picked up my pen and crossed it out. "Denied. And put

Esma’s pov Darkness engulfed me. It was the same kind of darkness one would have witnessed during a long slumber, or death. Death? Am I dead? I don’t know. This is oblivion. At least it felt good. It’s peace, in oblivion, in emptiness, without any worry, without any fear. It was just me now. no one to bother me, no one to hurt anyone. I could float in this abyss of nothingness forever.

“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