In A Dark Dark Wood Novels & Stories

The scorching fire engulfed the mansion’s entirety. Their neighbors gather in front of Tamara’s mansion, spectating several cars broke into Tamara’s mansion. This is beyond reckless, Eka is infused with chaos and deep-seethed hatred for him to even act uncontrollably like this. The security around Tamara’s mansion is injured, bloody from the fight.

The woods grew darker and darker as the sun settled down the skyline. The torches were lit up and it gave off an incandescent glow that ignited the woods in ghastly silhouettes. The prison wagon treaded forward as it became colder the closer we are to the heart of the Dark Forest. You could hear the howls of wolves and the screeches of bats in the dreary atmosphere. Sophie woke up and quickly hugged her knees to herself and scooted beside me. Ezekiel is still fast asleep with his body pressed against the cold iron bars and his face turned away from me.

At that moment, Clara knew what she wanted. The trees in the dark forest were nicotine-brown adorned with owls and crows. Its heart and center screamed of death, deprived of the light that could enliven one’s soul. But no. The place itself gave up on the light. Not any amount of brightness could lift it up from its grave. Mist covered the roots. It covered the treetops that even the moonlight failed to pass through. Deadly dapperling littered the ground. Poisonous cowbane grew next to them. The path that faded as it led into the darkness of the woods was carpeted with skeletons.

The moon had barely sunk beneath the horizon when Derek stood at the edge of the forest, the air damp with fog and tension. The witch's map burned softly in his hand, the ink glowing like veins of molten gold as it shifted and twitched, revealing the route through the Darkwood. This wasn’t any ordinary forest. The trees here didn’t whisper like normal woods—they growled, creaked with malice, and breathed like something alive.

I was unconscious, so he definitely would have the answer, but where the hell was he? “If you do not speak up now you have the chance to, you would not like the effects of the other option.” King Adonis said. I fell to the ground and got my act on. “Please, I don't know anything about what you need to know.” I pleaded. “I have no time for this.” Lord Darkwood said and with a twinkle of the eye, I was caught up in the air. Not again. This was the most excruciating form of torture anyone both in mistwood creek and beyond would ever encounter. No one ever wants to be caught up in any web or entanglement that would lead to being tortured by Lord Darkwood of the Luna Crest Pack.

he said, trying to hold back his tears from the immense pain he felt at that moment as he let go of my waist. I drank my whole wine in a go and then broke a side of it to make it sharper, and I then walked closer to him as he slowly stepped back. “Oh don't worry, I don't intend to kill you, yet that is, so stop moving,” I said in a very stern tone, as my smile instantly faded and my eyes grew darker as I then pointed the sharp edge of the glass into his neck. “Now let me make this clear, we the Darkwood don't need your help, you need us. Do you think a small group like yours will really survive tomorrow's game without our protection, huh?” I said as glass slowly cut his neck.

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

"Stay close to me! We must find shelter!" We stumbled through the impenetrable darkness, our senses overwhelmed by the chaos unfolding around us. The familiar pathways of the Silverwood had become an inky labyrinth, disorienting and treacherous. As we raced against time, desperately seeking refuge from the encroaching darkness, a chilling realization dawned upon us. This was no ordinary disturbance. It was a force bent on thwarting our progress, a malevolent entity determined to keep the Silverwood's secrets buried in shadows. A surge of adrenaline propelled us forward, our instincts guiding us through the maze of darkness. But with each passing moment, the void seemed to tighten its grip, t

" Darkness. It came down upon her with the same force as Lily like. Her wrists hurt, bound so tightly the rope burned into flesh. Coppery, rich, fleshy, and warm was the flavor of the blood on her lips—warm. The last she had been doing was pushing away hands that had clutched at her, the instant of blindness of what had struck her head before the world went dark. And there she was, now. Butchered an animal. Knees thudding onto cold marble floor, scorching up her legs. She struggled against the dizziness trying to overwhelm her, stumbling.

The dark corner was pitch black without a glimmer of light or moonlight. Zoey caught the faint smell of alcohol. Her palms against the man's chest felt solid to the touch. The fabric of the man's suit was of the highest quality because it was soft and comfortable. She was night-blind, so she couldn't see anything in the dark. Going by her gut and the familiar scent, she fell silent for a bit before whispering, "Laurence?" Like a stone thrown into the sea, her cries went unanswered. She was afraid of the dark. As time passed, the fear took her, and her lashes fluttered.