Pit X Dark Pit Novels & Stories

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, and No love. I miss my father with each passing second of my life. I was a fighter that's why I fought hard and strongly. I was a survivor because I always survived without falling in my life but now, I am stuck in the dark cell of prison. And after all this, The judgment of the court, the punishment I got in return for my sanity made me Rotten, Rotten to the core. Now people call me cruel BITCH because I'm COLD HEARTED. I don't give any fuck to them.

It stood on two legs but was too unsteady by now. Its eyes glowed yellow, fur black as the night and soaked in dark red blood, its pointed ears hanging limply, one of them half torn off, and the huge gash in its neck spurting blood all over the grass beside it. It looked at them a little mournfully but its yellow eyes still held a deep hatred and it glared at them maliciously. Up close, it looked similar to Anubis but its features were even scarier and wilder looking. Its fur was so dark it seemed like a living sheen of swirling darkness as it moved. It tried to steady itself but in a flash, Anubis knocked it down and began tearing at its neck and face until its yelps went silent and only An

which leads your progress to delay. I fully grasp that darkness can be compelling at times, but instead use extra care. Always be incredibly careful in the pitch dark because nobody really fully understands what comes back to haunt you there. There is really nothing more absolutely absurd in this known universe than having to search for your own rationality long when you have already destroyed it.

This look will bring back memories of their nightmares. I can't wait to see them now that they've sunk to the ground and returned to their original place. The mud remains mud. Garbage remains garbage. Dirt remains dirt. I'll return them to their rightful place. I'll return them to their proper place. **

"Then it's settled. We rest. Tomorrow, we go back to work." TIME: DAY 2, 08:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE SCRAPYARD - "THE PIT." STATUS: THE DISTRACTION. The Scrapyard was louder today. News had spread through the Rust Belt that the Ironheads had fresh meat for the Pit. The Pit was exactly what it sounded like—a drained industrial acid tank, thirty feet deep, with walls of slick, rusted steel. Spectators lined the rim, banging wrenches against the railing and chanting for blood.

’ Elize thought *********** Dark noticed that in the other house, two women and one man were staring at him. He even frowned when he saw the man's familiar face. "Dark." Dark looked at Trans. He's got Black cards "It's morning," Dark complains. "You know that each second many people die in this world." Says Trans. Dark switched off the treadmill, then wiped off the sweat and approached Trans. He took six black cards and went through them one after the other. "I already told this one, the stubbornness," Dark said

“Dark Pixie? What the heck is that?” Alex had never heard of such a race, so he looked baffled. Zendaya said, “Such a pixie race exists in the universe. When you entered the Undead Territory for the first time, you went in through the pixie race’s Moon Well. However, other than this pixie race, there is also another race called the Dark Pixie. They live in the dark underground and revere the dark side.” Alex looked at the forest in the blood pool.

My head swam, lightheaded from the shock, the cold, and the sheer terror. I fumbled around in the darkness, my hands sweeping over the rough, damp floor of the pit. Debris, loose stones, splintered wood. Nothing solid, nothing to hold onto, no sturdy surface. The walls of the pit felt slick with moisture, crumbling under my hesitant touch, offering no purchase. It was deep, too deep to climb out of, even if my leg weren't injured. The air grew stale, thick with the scent of stagnant water and decay. A terrifying realization dawned on me: even if I could yell loud enough, who would come to this desolate place? No one knew I was here.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

It was his first time doing it, and his hound didn't just drag one person to hell; he dragged over a hundred, and he did it viciously and effortlessly. Maverick closes his eyes, and when he does, it's like a curtain opening up, revealing the gate. He sees into the depths of the darkness where the red glows beneath it. It calls to him louder, and it's enticing. Smoke seeps from his body, mingling with the smoke rising from the depths of hell. His body tingles as his hellhound becomes antsy, wanting to come forward and answer the call of the gate. It calls to him again, and Shade howls in Maverick's head, trying to answer it. The call is so strong that Shade can taste its fiery essence.