In A Dark Dark Wood Novels & Stories

I widened my eyes, shivering as the cold froze into my bones. “Anyway, don’t go to Wordswood because I am not the only one watching you from the shadows, belladonna. And their shadows, ever for a dark wizard like me, are darker than black. Wordswood is a trap and you are their target…” “G-get off me!” I cried, panting breathlessly. “No matter your nightmares or your dreams, your screams are always a symphony so seductive it’s impossible to stay away…” The weary black eyes turned to brown. Kian!

Then, from somewhere far far behind the witches—behind even the imposing silhouette of the castle—a massive beam of dark light erupts skyward. The light is... horrible. It's not the absence of light, but something actively dark, as if it's made of concentrated shadow given form. It shoots upward with tremendous force, piercing through the fog like a spear through paper. The beam is so intense, so purely wrong, that looking at it makes my eyes water and my soul recoil. For a moment, the beam simply stands there, a pillar of darkness connecting earth to heaven. Then the fog begins to react.

It was a nightmare! I have been coping with all the dangerous and painful whispers of the dark for quite some time already. I dream about the same thing almost every fucking night! I do not get the connection... In my dreams, I retain seeing two people. And I know for a fact that it's not a reverie. It was my memory. A memory from a hundred years ago! When I was still in the 17th century! Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead.

A pale streak of moonlight illuminates a withering tree. It’s said that the Wildland’s beauty is sublime, but now the uncaring hands of darkness linger through these woods. Even with the lively leaves on the trees and beautiful shades of brown that make up the trunks, something is off. Bracts descend from the trees, but before the cotyledons hit the forest grounds, the pads turn into nothing, molding away out of existence. Some of the bark from the tree trunks wavier from the cold winds. A piece blows off, and the husk falls on the bright teal grass. The woodchip wilts away, and the dirty brown plank remnants flow in the air like smoke from burning bodies. This haunting land smells like rott

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

“You belong to me. This mouth belongs to me. This… all of this… is mine.” Her eyes, glazed and submissive, looked up at me, and in their depths, beneath the anger and the fear, I saw a flicker of the same dark fire that consumed me.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

Location: Dark Forest Time: 12:00am The woods seemed quite calm. The blue moon beams poured down on the dark trees. A cold wind slowly blew the leaves and swirled round the woods. The animals were in their comfort zone and the glowing eyes of the owls were flashing in the dark.

However , still it didn't sit right with her and she kept on moving . She tried to navigate through the dark woods , The trees in the forest turned malady-brown as she went deeper and deeper . In the shadows , spider clinged on to their silvery webs , the air turned stifling , and the last fragments of the light got lost behind them as the path disappeared in the growing darkness , Chelsea wasn't a dark mage but she was quite sure that if she was one this forest might be her favorite place to worship the lord of darkness . The more she weaved her path through the badly grown shrubs and weeds , pushing hanging tree branches away - Chelsea feared that she might actually be moving towards a tra

Thankfully, Ulrich swiftly moved to comfort her, providing the comfort I couldn't offer at that moment. Mr. Dark-wood, able to bear the sight of Bryan's lifeless form, made his way towards the scene, ascending the cliff with desperate urgency. However, I intercepted his path, preventing him from drawing closer. "If you dare cross my path, know that the Beta won't be the only one on the receiving end of my claws tonight!" I warned, my voice laced with a raw and unyielding power. Mr. Dark-wood attempted to protest, his voice trembling with defiance.