Pitch Black Outside Novels & Stories

It was a low, industrial pulse that matched the frantic, erratic rhythm currently rattling his ribs. Pillar 42 sat at the absolute edge of a finger pier that looked like it had been abandoned by commercial shipping decades ago. The asphalt was deeply fractured, weeds forcing their way through the stone fissures like desperate hands. Beneath a single, unshielded halogen light bulb flickering inside a wire cage, Damien Blackwood stood waiting.

Instead, he raises both of his hands, his palms facing outward toward the sky. The shadows beneath the tree line suddenly respond to his unspoken command, rising up from the pine needles like a massive, liquid wall of dark ink. The darkness flows over us, climbing toward the sky until it meets in the center, creating a massive, opaque dome of absolute, impenetrable blackness that completely cuts off the sunlight, the wind, and the sound of the forest. We are standing in the pitch so black that I can’t even see my own fingers in front of my face.

The Black-Glass Flats didn't reflect the moon; they swallowed it. At midnight, the scorched obsidian desert outside Neo-Tokyo was a sea of absolute shadow, broken only by the occasional, jagged shimmer of a tectonic crack. But tonight, the silence was vibrating. A low-frequency hum, like the sound of a thousand hornets trapped in a jar, rolled across the glass.

What Irene did not know was that at that exact moment, Sebastian Blackwood was nowhere near the city. His sleek black car sat parked on a remote plateau overlooking a vast, empty stretch of countryside far outside New York. The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, painting the rocky terrain in shades of amber and rust. Wind whipped across the open land, carrying the faint scent of dry grass and earth.

Maya POV “Don’t cry,” I whispered to myself as I pressed my forehead to the cold metal door. “Someone will hear you. Someone will—” The lights snapped off. Everything dropped into darkness. Not dim. Not low. Pitch black. I froze. My breath hitched. The air felt like it sucked itself out of the room. My fingers trembled as they searched the wall for something—anything—but found only cold paint and fear. A blackout. Inside Zane’s hidden house.

Cyprian and Ivory, who were also present, stood up, their curiosity piqued. Leading the way, I briskly walked outside with everyone trailing behind. As soon as I stepped into the open, the scene unfolded before me. The sun struggled to cast its light through a dense grey smoke that enveloped the sky. It wasn't the usual appearance of rain clouds; this was different, resembling more of a blanket deliberately used to obscure the sky. The ominous sight left us all in a state of uncertainty.

I do not know. Then except for the yellow space surrounding the solitary candle, everything goes black.

Samael said in a mocking tone. Welcome back. I opened my eyes to a pitch-black world devoid of any sound or signs of life. Glancing to my left, my heart skipped a beat. There stood an enormous, black castle, emanating a gothic and gloomy aura. Its towering spires reached for the sky, with bats swirling around the highest points. It was the epitome of a haunted house, a place one would expect to find in Satan's realm. A perpetual mist seemed to envelop the surroundings, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

I whisper. But the field outside is crawling with Nyra’s black-eyed wolves. He’s here, but so are they. The storm above us roars louder, thunder shaking the earth. And in the middle of it all, I stand trembling, light pouring off my body. Again, my body gives in, and suddenly, I black out.

(Present) The atmosphere within the vast mansion of the Crimson Blood Pack was consistently dark, gloomy, bitterly cold, and eerily silent. This underground community of wolves had never laid eyes upon the full splendor of the sun, the moon, or the expansive world beyond. Why? Because they resided thousands of feet below the surface. Unbeknownst to them, there existed a hidden passage that led to the outside world. They were oblivious to the fact that this passage would be arduous to traverse, fraught with numerous obstacles.