Into The Narrowdark Novels & Stories

It’s dark all around me, but as I narrow my eyes in front of me, I can see a ripple in the darkness. Taking a deep breath, I step into the swirling vortex of darkness that engulfed his mind. It is as if I had entered an alternate reality, a twisted labyrinth of fears and horrors. But I refuse to be swayed by the daunting landscape before me. I have to find Divan, to reach him amidst the chaos and guide him towards the light.

Pushed the door open slowly. It didn’t resist. Inside. Darkness. Thick. Heavy. But not empty. Never empty. I stepped in. Careful. Alert. The door closed behind me. Soft. Final. My chest tightened. But I didn’t turn around. Because now. Going back didn’t matter. Only forward. The space inside was narrow. Like a service corridor. Concrete walls. No windows. No light except a faint glow ahead. The hum returned instantly. Stronger. Clearer.

Nerthus The man who steered me down here pushes me rather briskly, getting me to stumble into the dark room. Panic bubbles up my chest as they close the heavy door behind me, and I push down the urge to scream as darkness envelops me. Feeling another presence in the room, I take a deep breath, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark. A narrow window must be placed rather high up the wall on my left side, as a feeble stream of moonlight gets into the room, enlightening my surroundings lightly.

I close my eyes, whispering into the darkness: “This is torture.” Hardin exhales slowly. “Good.” “The fuck.. hell with good.”I groan.

Dior Endless darkness surrounds me. It circles my throat and licks my skin as I'm searching for an exit. I want to run, but there is nowhere to flee. Voices are snickering in my ears, telling me to tread carefully or they will tear me apart. They overestimate me—I've already succumbed and given up. My soul has been ripped in the middle, and my hope has been blown out like a candle. I'm unable to sort my thoughts in the dark and remember who I am.

** Into the byss ** The tunnel is suffocating, the walls slick with moisture as Sophia and Ethan race through the narrow, uneven passage. Her lungs burn with each breath, the cold air stinging her throat. Behind them, the echoes of the pursuing men grow louder, their shouts carrying through the darkness. Every step feels like it’s taking her further from safety, and yet closer to answers she’s both desperate and terrified to find.

But something was off. The entrance to the cave was narrow, almost too narrow for a person to pass through. I ducked under the hanging roots, squeezing my way inside. The air grew colder as I moved deeper, and the faint light of the forest was quickly swallowed by darkness. I flicked my fingers, conjuring a small orb of light to guide my way. The cave was cramped, the jagged walls pressing close on either side, but I pushed forward, determined.

A large dark figure approaches Conrod, unable to move. - The great lord will be pleased. The grip came just perfect. says a dark, translucent figure in an interweaving of several voices, and abruptly throws Conrod into a dark hole. Conrod wakes up instantly, tries to get up, and immediately falls to the floor, tangled in a blanket.

Richard It's very dark here; the only source of light is a faint glow coming from a small crack in the wall. The air feels heavy and suffocating as if it's been trapped for years. With the stink of blood coming from my nostrils, I cautiously navigated through the eerie darkness, my heart pounding as I wrapped my hands around my knees, holding them tight to my chest. As I strained my ears, the silence was broken only by distant, echoing whispers that sent shivers down my spine.

I wanted to call Chelsea but I went against it and placed back my phone on the table. Maybe I would call her later. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. It felt like I was floating in thin air like outta space. I was surrounded by darkness but at a far distance I could see a tunnel of light. I followed it and it led to a dark room. It was full of chains and dead skeletons. The place gave me the chills. Something was written on the wall in a red substance. BEWARE YOUR END IS NEAR. Before I could respond the room began spinning and everything turned pitch black. I woke up breathing hard. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and I turned on the lights.