Pitch Black Outside Novels & Stories

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…"

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.

Dominic monitored the text for several long beats before tossing the document carelessly across the mahogany surface. "Transmit our confirmation. I will occupy a seat at the table." At half-past two on Friday morning, the freezing sleet of the outer sectors slammed against the metal roofs of the shipping containers with a series of dull, rhythmic thuds. The entire layout of Black Rock Pier was locked in a complete blackout, the primary light fixtures turned off, leaving only the amber beams of the logistics cranes to cut through the dark.

Roxy It is late, the sky outside is pitch black, the moon isn’t full either, a quarter moon only. Not showing me enough light as I enter the woods. I’ve parked my car under some trees out of the way to avoid anyone else being around from knowing my presence. Not that I expect that anybody else will be crazy enough to be outside in the woods at this time of night. It's gone midnight. Blake wasn’t in when I left thank goodness. The last thing I need is for him trying to snoop into my business and wonder what I am up to leaving home dressed all in black, my hoodie over my head.

I hum a catchy song while mentally calculating how many stocks I can buy with the money I just made. Suddenly, the water pressure drops. The bathroom lights flicker violently. Click. Pitch black. The power just went out. "Are you kidding me?" I grumble loudly in the dark. I quickly rinse the soap out of my hair in the dark, wrap a towel around my body, and push open the bathroom door. I stop dead in my tracks. The beautiful, starry night sky outside my giant window is completely gone. In its place hangs a massive, swollen, blood-red moon.

That afternoon felt a little stifling. Not because the house or the room was small and cramped, but because her own thoughts seemed to leave Lilith no room to truly breathe. Lilith stood by the window, gazing at the sky as it began to dim. The orange hues slowly turned to a purplish gray. It was calm outside, but certainly not inside her.

Third Person POV The rain poured outside, leaking through the cracked roof of the abandoned warehouse. Heavy drops hit the concrete floor with a steady, rhythmic thud. Shadows stretched across the empty, dust-covered room. It was pitch black except for the dim light of a single flashlight sitting on a wooden crate. The air smelled of old rust, damp wood, and rot. It was the perfect place to hide. It was the perfect place to plan a murder even, but they weren't doing that... yet.

The night air was thick with tension as Ava and Lucas approached the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Silverbrook. Streetlights flickered intermittently, casting long shadows that danced across the cracked pavement. The city felt distant here, as though the world outside had been replaced by a silence that demanded attention. Every sound the faint rustle of leaves, the distant hum of traffic, even their own footsteps echoed in the darkness.

he smirked in a sickening display of dominance, as he revealed his arousal, prepared to take advantage of Adrienne's vulnerability yet again. It was a chilly, moonlit night as Peggy nervously stood outside an abandoned warehouse in a desolate industrial area. The sound of distant sirens filled the air, creating an unsettling atmosphere. The rundown warehouse loomed in front of her, its broken windows and decaying walls, a haunting reminder of its former glory. As instructed by the kidnappers, she was all alone.

“It looks shady as fuck.” “Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” I agree, adding absolutely nothing to the conversation. I can’t be the only quiet one, though, or the guys might think I’ve got something to hide. And it’s true—the place does look shady, with its big black exterior, those huge tinted windows, and its spot tucked away at the back of an industrial parking lot. But that makes the idea of going there even more intriguing. “And you never saw Diesel walk out of there covered in jizz, did you, Omar?” Cole chuckles.