Pitch Black Outside Novels & Stories

My heart did a flip. "Hey, Toby," he said, straightening up. "Perfect timing. Are you done?" I nodded. "Yeah. What are you doing here?" He patted the back seat of his bike. "I want to show you something." I frowned. "What?" "It’s Friday. There’s a motorcycle race just outside the city." I stared at him. "A race?" "Yeah." "I have books to read," I said. "And chores." "You work every day." "I don't mind."

It is that one bad habit my mom hates and never fails to correct me with a good yell whenever I go into it . Good thing I moved out of her house, she yells about a lot of things. Impatient, I decide to open the back door to have a better peep at my 'high end friend'. But the sudden loud thud stops my hand from going any further. What the hell was that thud? My eyes dart to the right and I gasp as I realize that the tiny light above the club's entrance is the only source of illumination outside the building, and that stepping away from it will plunge you into complete darkness.

The man sighed weakly and muttered to himself, "How could I possibly be your enemy?" He turned the wheelchair and chased after him. Thea arrived at the entrance of the clubhouse, only to see a pitch-black outside. The streetlights were broken, and the entire city was plunged into a massive darkness. Moreover, a demonic wind was blowing, and the violent raindrops were pounding on the ground, making a noisy sound, disrupting all normal sounds. With such weather, Thea could hardly move a step. But she was too proud to turn back and look for the man. She curled up at the doorway, quietly waiting for the rain to stop.

Which was only broken by the sound of torrential rain falling outside and the wind, as if playing a melody in the form of a whistle, using the windows as if they were their own lips. Outside the property there were a handful of men in black. Smelly, reeking of mold. Some with cups in their hands and others trying to light their homemade cigarettes, which, at that point, were too damp to catch fire. “The winters have been very harsh for a few years now...” comments one of the property's six watchmen. He tries to dress warmly to control his tremors, considering he was wet after the round, even though he was wearing a coat and long boots.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

When there reigned in that nature that transitional state, grey and dimly lit from a melancholy environment, devoid of life, which immediately precedes the definitive dusk, on entering, that valley which was populated by a variety of people, even pale people, vampires and werewolves which were paper pale, where it was due to the extensive pitch. Since the pitch was spreading among the fog that exists in that region, that pale village resembling albinos, extensive and slightly sinuous, lit up everywhere, both at the bottom and on the edges, in which especially on the right, which formed a ledge., with the hillside terraces dotted with buildings.

BOOM! It was a taunting sound that only seemed to grow louder his eyes were straining to see through the ever-growing and changing darkness. It was growing dark faster to thick and heavy for him to see clearly. To think that it was only 4 pm, Jake knew with fall and winter approaching they would be getting less and less sunlight and that worried him greatly. He did not know why he never believed in monsters and ghouls but now lost in the dark with that pounding echoing in his ears.

Lila POV The burning Tree of Ignis is no longer on fire. When we emerge from the portal in the tree’s hollow, the leaves that usually flutter to an ash grave cease to fall. Shifters and demons scurry around the Inner City, and the sky, normally a vivid red, is now pitch-black. It’s like all the color has been sucked out of Hell. I hurry in Caleb’s wake. “What do you think is going on?” The only light visible comes from the buildings, but everything else is draped in darkness, and there’s a coldness in the air that turns my breath into smoke.

I just haven't figured out yet how to stop carrying pieces of it with me. Outside, the light's gone the particular gray it goes right before dark, the gravel drive empty, ordinary, and none of us are fooled by how ordinary it looks anymore.

The beautiful dusty creak, whose locks seemed rusty Inside the house, it was pitch black , the wind was quite ghostly, with the force that blew through the open door and something was hammering inside. - We didn't turn on the lights - a police officer behind me informed me. - It's Doctor Ludwig, isn't it? I nodded. - Was the kitchen door already open when you got here? I turned to the police officer, who was white and tried to disguise his baby face by growing a small mustache.