Ill Be Gone In The Dark Novels & Stories

” Faint pools of light in the encroaching darkness were all that remained of her eyes those lovely familiar eyes. “Ivy you'll be alright. You are more strong than you think.” “I’m not! Not without you!” I cried out my voice ragged and raw. “Please Willa don't leave me! Don't go into the dark! Its too frightening! I don't want to be alone!” Her hand which was so close but so far away started to pull back and dissolve into the whirling darkness. Her once-clear face turned into a hazy hazy silhouette. “Willa! NO!” I released a guttural cry that tore from my lungs as I sprang forward with all of my strength. “WILLA! DONT GO! PLEASE! DONT LEAVE ME!”

I did not know ghosts could feel revulsion! Jasmine buried herself in Connor's arms, allowing him to carry her back to bed. He sat on the edge of her bed, humming gently to coax her to sleep. Jasmine's eyes were closed as she savored that moment, so she did not notice how Connor's gaze flitted to the door. I was so bored that I leaned against the windowsill to gaze at the view. I would give anything to go home! Finally, after Jasmine had drifted off to sleep, Connor tiptoed out of the room. He took out his phone and pulled up our chat. The last message between us had been from me. It was a sticker, a pink pig blowing kisses.

“Jane, after you left, I realized I can’t live without you! Without your presence at home, I can’t even sleep. If you don’t come back to me, then life has no meaning!” I avoided his touch, my eyes showing nothing but distaste. His wrists were covered in cuts, some fresh, some healed, like ugly worms crawling over his skin. He said, “Every day you were gone, I thought of you, and I’d cut myself. The pain was the only thing that could keep me awake. The only way I could atone! “Jane, I know I was wrong. Please come back to me. I swear I’ll treat you right this time. I’ll never let you down again!”

A raw, inexpressible pain surged within his chest, sharp and unrelenting. "So, does that mean we can't even be friends?" "What do you expect? You think I would ever call the person who killed my daughter a friend? Never! I never want to see you again, Zeke! You disgust me!" Without another word, Lily climbed into the car. Zeke stood frozen and stunned. His thoughts were scattered and elusive. His gaze drifted upward, where dark clouds had begun to gather, heralding the coming rain. Everything between them had ended, without hope for mending.

“I need to know the truth.” He exhaled slowly, almost like he had been holding his breath for a lifetime. “Very well.” He guided me to a shadowed corner of the warehouse, far from the entrance, where only the dim light glinted off broken machinery. “You want the truth? You want to see the fire? Then pay attention. But be warned… once you know, there’s no going back.” I nodded, trembling, heart thundering.

Inside the banquet hall, the groom was nowhere to be seen. An inexplicable sense of panic rose in Rowena's heart. She murmured, "Nathan is still not ready? It's almost time. He's always said he wanted to marry me... Why does he suddenly not seem anxious at all?" Edwin was just about to answer when the secretary rushed in, pale and breathless. "Ms. Atkinson… Mr. Nathan Wilde won't be coming. The flight he was on...had an accident."

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

He tried closing his eyes but it did no comfort. “Sinners go to hell, but people like you will succumb into darkness. Forever.” Damien’s voice echoed the in darkness. He usually hated the demon’s voice but now it brought sudden comfort. “Liked the little tour?” Damien asked after he lets go of Chris. The human catches his breath. That place and feeling is very suffocating. The demon disappeared without notice while Chris ended up in the couch. His knees are trembling so hard. He doesn’t have any word for that place except fear.

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

“You don’t pray when I vanish. That’s rare.” “Neither gods nor ghosts answer anymore.” That grin faltered. Just a little. Enough to show something behind it wasn’t so pretty. He leaned forward. His body didn’t make a sound—no creak, no shift of leather. Like he was made of fog. “You know what happens to rare things in the dark?” I stared up at him. “They disappear.” Then he was gone. Just like that. No footsteps. No flash. Just… gone. But the chill stayed.