Into The Narrowdark Novels & Stories

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

Feeling a mix of surprise and embarrassment, he muttered "Sorry." **3 days later** The eerie darkness of the night enveloped the narrow, winding path, casting a chilling atmosphere over the surroundings. Thick shadows danced on the ground, bouncing off twisted branches that clawed their way towards the sky. A haunting hush filled the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hooting of an owl.

Embrace the darkness, for it is where your true power lies. I’m slipping. I feel it—my soul unraveling, piece by piece. My body shudders with the effort to fight it, but it’s getting harder. The shadows are closing in, the weight of them dragging me under. My vision blurs again, my mind swimming in the sea of darkness. Then I hear it—Diego’s voice. A murmur, steady and strong, cutting through the chaos. “Stay with me, Henry. Focus on me.” His words are like a flicker of light in the distance, fragile but enough to make me hold on. To fight, just for a moment longer.

That rules out my twelve-inch wingspan, Benedik grumbled. I am going in by the back wall three shops down. Damonq’s heart clenched hard in his chest. He knew that entrance--or more precisely--exit. Darkness had used it after he had impregnated Elina. Be especially cautious. That leads directly into Darkness’s private lair. He moved into the pile of debris, floating in the steady breeze down through the crevice and into the hallway of the underground city. Rock and dirt covered the floor in great impassable mounds.

Taking a deep breath, Draven stepped inside, the oppressive darkness swallowing him whole. The inside of Thana’s lair was a twisted labyrinth of tunnels and chambers, each one more disorienting than the last. The walls seemed to shift and move, leading those who ventured too far into endless loops of despair. But Draven knew the way—had memorized every turn, every hidden passage. He walked with purpose, his steps unfaltering as he descended deeper into the abyss.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

A narrow opening leads downward, stone steps disappearing into darkness. I pause for half a second at the edge. This is it. The last threshold. Once I step through there’s no turning back. Marcus glances at me, his hand brushing lightly against my elbow. A silent question. Are you ready? My chest rises with a slow breath. I think of Lucien. Of the man trapped inside that darkness. I nod once. “I’m ready.” The words come out steady. Marcus studies me for a moment longer. Then he nods back. And steps into the darkness.

I just need him so I can get in there unsuspectingly. - I DON’T know how long I’ve slept since they left Vernon to go to the mansion. Uncle Freud was there so they often went there. I left my bed. It was getting dark around but they were still not here. I leaned out the window and looked around the house. From the window, I smiled as I saw the cloud turn orange because of the setting sun. The cold wind blew and hugged me so I closed my eyes. As I felt the surroundings, I quickly became alert as I heard approaching footsteps. Not long after, a group of wolves emerged from the lush forest. They grinned when they saw me.

I can still smell the burning corpse. I clenched my fists and tightened my tie, as beautiful as she was I belonged in the shadows now fighting against the devil. No siren could pull me away.