Pitch Black Outside Novels & Stories

he gestured outside. Without wasting time, I hurried to the doors, stepping outside into the darkness that had covered the earth. I gazed up at the sky, and my eyes widened in horror. The once blue sky was now red. There wasn't a single star in the sky. and in the middle was a blood moon. Fuck, no! It can't be.

Due to the unfavorable location of this house, not many people chose to live here. The house was far from the city center, and with the overcast sky, darkness had already descended by the time they arrived. There were scarcely any lights on the road. Leighton glanced out the window, observing the willows casting eerie shadows under the dim streetlights. The more he stared, the more unsettled he felt. Quickly averting his gaze, he sat up straight. The car halted in front of a pitch-black villa. Nicole turned to him and said, "Get out, we're here."

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.

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.

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.

So, Ryker wasn't just a handsome-cocky CEO, he could cook too. What a biased world. I was halfway through my third bite, when a low growl of an engine rumbled outside. The engine got annoyingly louder. Missy leapt out of its crib and bolted, leaving me to face whatever chaos was brewing outside alone. Still chewing fries, I tiptoed towards the window like I was in a low-budget detective movie. Outside was a orange colored-almost-dead-but-still-managing-car. Next to it stood four men dressed in black. Each of them had their hair dyed in Green, Red, purple and wine. They had several piercings here and there too. Pretty nasty.

She looked at the time and it was already 7 pm. Just then, she heard the door creaking open. “W-Who’s there?” She swallowed hard while moving closer to the front door. There was no response. She could only hear the sound of the crickets outside. She peaked on the barely opened door and all she saw was pitch black. She was trying to be brave at the moment but she didn’t want to go out and check who (or rather what) it was. She quickly looked away and marched inside. “Luke? Is that you?”