In The Dark Jin Shi Si Chai Novels & Stories

His heart raced so fast it hurt. The footsteps got closer. The shadow moved forward. The door creaked wider. Eli whispered one last time, his voice barely a whisper. “Cove… please… they are here. I am hiding. The dark is coming.” The shadow stepped inside. The darkness closed around him completely.

Her wolf growled low in her chest, restless, angry, bitter at the world that had turned against her. A flicker of movement in the shadows caught her attention. The tavern’s lights flickered through the fog, warm amber spilling onto the wet streets. Music and laughter seeped out, masking the chill of the evening. Selene hesitated at the door, her stomach knotting, but she wasn’t ready to hold back. Not tonight. Not when she wasn’t ready to let anyone see how much it hurt.

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.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I pour a drink, let the burn of it settle in my throat, and turn off the lights. In the dark, plans are easier to perfect. I mute the feeds but don’t kill them. I like the dark watching with me.

he said, and the faint smile that curved his mouth made my skin prickle. "Or perhaps they've already left their mark on our world in ways we can’t yet see. Either way, the tale of Alexei and his family is a reminder that even in the shadows, there is light. And sometimes," he added, almost under his breath, "that light is more dangerous than the darkness." The projector flickered off with a mechanical sigh. The fluorescent lights blinked awake, throwing the hall into a harsh, clinical brightness that made everything—the desks, the scratched floors, the pale faces around me—feel suddenly too real.

The moonlight shone over him and directly onto her. And his heart froze. Chelsea was staring at him, transfixing her yellow eyes upon his. She was calm and quiet, and he could see that her hands had almost worked themselves free of the chains. They weren’t hands any more though, more like a mix of human fingers and dog paws, but each digit tipped with a spiky, needle-like nail. She was almost free of her bindings. And she was going to kill him.

“I don’t want this anymore! I’m done! I’m sick and tired of the smell of shrimp paste!” Dark screamed… but only in his imagination. In reality, if you could read his thoughts right now, it was as if he were walking on a thin bridge above an ocean of fermented shrimp—one wrong move and he’d fall straight into a sea of saltiness and sourness.

When Emily opened her eyes she saw everything was dark. A small dirty room, the window is pinned closed and there is only a small source of light through the door cracks. The pungent smell of this room makes her nauseous. She tried to recalled what happened earlier? When she is talking to Ryan she saw someone bumped into her car. She halted and go out of the car to check on that lady if she is fine or not but before she asks anything from that lady someone hits her head which makes her lose her consciousness then she didn't know what happened afterwards. She still tried to recall the person who suddenly jumped in front of her and what happened afterwards but she couldn't remember anything. E

Overwhelmed, she lay there perplexed. "Kill me." She whispered confidently, wiping away tears from her delicate face, unwillingly scrambled away from the warmth of her bed; she then turned towards the breeze that engulfed her from her open windows. A void of icy sinister darkness crept into the ample room, causing the petite girl to shudder.