Into The Darkness Book Novels & Stories

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MAY BE DISTURBING FOR SOME READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. The elevator dinged at the top floor and the doors opened. Anna stepped into the thick darkness and her eyes adjusted to it. She could almost feel the darkness clawing at her skin but she pushed through, heading towards the only door at the extreme. The door was open and the darkness didn't seem to end. She got into the office and the air there was different. It was thicker and this time, the darkness had eyes. She could feel a presence- a very dark and familiar presence. If he was trying to intimidate her, she hated to admit that it was already working.

One of these days I will release a book, of a mystical nature, so nothing special, but I tried to reflect the reality that they are among us. - Hmm, that would be interesting to read. Duk says in a slightly lowered voice. - What will be the title of your book? - "Those who live in darkness." I will send you one copy, tell me your address. Duke hesitated for a moment and replied: “Uh, it’s very kind of you to send her to Oak branch five, flat seventeen.” - Well, one of these days it already goes into wide circulation. Your first book. Conrod looked at his watch.

The force pushing me to give in to the darkness is stronger, so I do, I let the darkness envelop me, hoping when I wake up, it will be just a terrible nightmare. ____

They lose themselves to each other for a long few moments, burying their grief, their worries about family, their anxieties about war in their mutual happiness which right now feels strong enough to sweep through the entire world and make everything right. Which is why neither of them notice as the room slowly fills with smoke. Smoke, or shadow, that seeps in like a rage, pulsing and growing and flickering with a horrible blue light. And at the center of it all a very small form made of darkness itself, her breath heaving in her chest. Mittens gives a horrible little mew of fear just a moment before the darkness moves. “Mine,” the darkness snarls, storming forward, reaching out a claw-tipped

Now I just have to save him to make this a reality. My body was screaming, begging me to let go, but I refused. I was determined to save him, and so I will. My power surged from me into him, forcing its way into the tiny speck of light that was left inside him. Somehow, I could picture it all, seeing the light grow inside him. It was as if a cracked door had opened, spilling light into a dark space. The light only grew as I continued to push into him, until finally the darkness had been pushed out. Suddenly, a large dark shadow separated from Elliot’s slinking away into the night. It was the creepiest thing I had seen yet, since discovering this world.

hope to find him again. All around me is darkness, but this light, I can feel it. Our connection. I grab hold of the light, and cautiously take a step into the dark. I don't know why, but I'm scared of this darkness. Normally, I'm not scared, but there is something terribly heavy in this one... It feels like it's watching me. Waiting for me to fail. It doesn't want me to leave. But the only way to get out of this darkness is to follow the light through the darkness.

“The darkness remembers all who traffic in it.” The Dain I had slowly become used to, the one whose hand squeezed my hip, he was tucked away. Alexandria Russo gave no reaction other than a coy smile, “Hard not to traffic in darkness when the largest underground nightclub in the world rests in your hands. Though, I suppose trafficking in darkness is better than becoming a part of it, wouldn’t you agree, my king?” “Oh, I don’t know.” He mused; his voice dangerously calm. “People think the dark will protect them and all their little secrets. It’s true, of course, but once you become one with the darkness, you can see right through it.”

Plunging us into total darkness. ******************************************

Survival was about resisting, and resisting was almost impossible. A figure emerged from the shadows—another villager, but distorted. Limbs elongated, skin pale, eyes black as ink. He stepped toward them slowly, as if testing their fear. The eldest child raised a hand, unsure whether to fight or run. The figure stopped, tilted its head, and in a voice that was both human and impossibly hollow, whispered: "The Darkness chooses… and all must serve." The eldest child’s stomach churned. He remembered the middle child, possessed, twisted, corrupted, yet still somehow human. He realized the same could happen here, to anyone. The Darkness didn’t just kill—it consumed, rewrote, replaced.

The old foliage of recent years has gathered around its roots and has spread to the bicycle racks that are probably rarely used. I could only see all of this in the faint light of the moon, because Reese was right, it was really pitch black here. There were no lanterns and the windows of the houses facing the courtyard did not emit the slightest ray of light. All were dark. So the perfect conditions for a proles hunt. It really got better and better. "Stared enough?" Came the dark shadow in the middle of the green courtyard. "Come here now."