In A Dark Dark Wood Novels & Stories

"So, Beta Aaron believes that the powder was left by the missing werewolves and wants us to assist in the investigation, right?" "Yes, Dr. Helena." Dr. Helena quickly put on her white coat, then walked to the center of the workspace and clapped her hands. "Listen carefully, girls. We now have your first business trip since joining. Stop your current work and head to the Darkwood immediately." "Where is the Darkwood?" Sophie asked nervously. "The Darkwood is at the border of the Blue River Pack, where it meets the Black Moon Pack." "Isn't the Black Moon Pack already extinct?"

Echo 's POV: The crowd followed the guards into the dark forest. It was a vast forest full of oak trees. The moonlight poured down like thin veil tonight, but the forest was still too dark just like its name -Dark Forest. Now the forest was quiet except for the crow. The torches lit up the acorns on the ground. Squirrels fled wildly. I trudged to Jenna's "secret base." Sure enough, Jenna was there! But she seemed wounded, sitting down in the doorway, pale, but not like her Vampire-white, even whiter.

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

That was another journey. I walked slowly dragging my bruised foot along as I made my way toward the backyard. I arrived at the corner and I could see a figure splitting the wood. It was a man who was in nothing else but shorts. I watched him flex his muscles as he split the wood with one strike. I couldn’t help but stare at him. Then, the man relaxed and dropped the ax. He turned around and I saw those silver eyes. They were familiar. It was him. The big black wolf. As our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow at me in confusion. I, on the other hand, took in his features. He had short black hair and a sharp jawline. His body was ripped and his olive skin was lubricated by his sweat which made it

“What club?” “There’s a club over on Chestnut. It's called Dark Seasons,” waving his hand as though he had to think about the name, he continued. “Or it’s something like that. I am sure you will find it. It opened up a few nights ago, you will find it down near the old Fowler Building, I think. You could go there and check it out. Or just have fun… It’s all up to you.” “Perhaps, I will go. What type of club is it?” She asked nonchalantly, although, she was interested in doing anything but sit in the apartment another night.

He was not going to make it there in time. A single howl rose up out of the south. Followed by several others, echoing the first rang out around them. It stopped Norris in his track.To the south something caught Arkyn’s eye. A second howl raised up as wolves began to emerge from the woods. He recognized Garold’s Magnar, his silver coat shining in the moonlight. His eyes narrowed in on the jet black wolf leading the way. The golding eyes shining as she led the charge. Arkyn looked shocked seeing the amount of wolf's coming. They outnumbered them all. Arkyn watched as they came flooding into the Dark forest pack. Slaughtering them like there was a machine design to kill. Arkyn’s eyes locked on

“You will lose your friends. You will fall asleep, and the other will play in the dreaded game of chess.” The trees sway, along with the bushes into that dark forest that is only lighted by the big full moon above. The rustling of the leaves that the wind is aiding by is one hell of an eerie way to jive into the song that the shadows are loving to hear and to dance along. “The sad little woodpecker. Your tears will be poisonous, as you let them stream down on your cheeks.” She finally ends the dreadful song with a wide sinister smile. “Isn’t it fun?”

I push deeper and deeper into the shadows, driven by a volatile mix of financial rage and dark fascination. Where are you, little monster? I take another step, my eyes straining against the pitch-black darkness of the deep woods. Suddenly, the air feels sickeningly heavy. A sharp, sudden pressure blossoms behind my temple. My vision blurs, the towering trees spinning violently around me, and my legs give out. Before I can even process the trap, the darkness of the forest swallows me whole, and I blackout.

Their presence surrounds me, lulling me into the blackness. +++ The sound of shattering glass wakes me. Jolting up, I let my eyes adjust to the darkness, pulling myself from the dregs of sleep. Another crash sounds, thudding against the floor beneath me. Everything else is deadly quiet. Slipping off the bed, I lightly make my way to the door. The wood vibrates beneath my fingers as something solid hits the wall beneath my feet.

which leads your progress to delay. I fully grasp that darkness can be compelling at times, but instead use extra care. Always be incredibly careful in the pitch dark because nobody really fully understands what comes back to haunt you there. There is really nothing more absolutely absurd in this known universe than having to search for your own rationality long when you have already destroyed it.