Pitch Black Outside Novels & Stories

Right now, with what happened in this world, nothing is safe anymore. The once dark clouds had unleashed their payload, and a torrent of black rain fell from the sky, painting the world outside in an eerie, inky darkness. The pitter-patter of the rain against the windows echoed in the room, creating an unsettling atmosphere. Liam's gaze lingered on the unnatural downpour, and a knot of fear tightened in his chest. He could feel the unease settling over the group like a heavy shroud. The darkness of the rain seemed to seep into the room, casting long shadows on the walls.

Yes, black is also a color, and he loves it-he sees it as a dignified, stylish, and chic colour but the pitch black color eventually terrified him as years passed. "Come on, where will we put this thing? Talk. I have got many other things to do. I have no time to discuss everything to you two. This should have been between you two, but I got dragged into this mess because you two are a big mess, a big pain in the ass" he said.

It was still night time and Marcus and I were outside standing a few feet apart from each other. The Owls hooted in the distance and crickets chirped in the nearby bushes. “What are we doing?” I asked Marcus, half yelling across the yard to him. He wore a grey jacket over a white shirt and black sweats.

“By ‘not very good', you mean?” He steps away from the shade and places his arms in direct sunlight. It did nothing at first until it starts to burn. It’s just a small smoke wafting from his skin upwards. He takes his hands away and says, “See? It’s not instant, but we sizzle under the sun.” “Hmmm,” I mutter. “Pitchford Kingdom is an island. There are trees but it’s not as many as here.” “Then, we’ll need a setup so that we can only come out during the night.”

The place was dark and no lights were on to indicate that someone was in there. But I could hear voices. I placed my ear to the door and the voice grew clearer. "Pack..." "Moon Pack..." "Red Moon Pack..." Huh? Confused as to what was going on, I cranked the door handle and entered the lab. Everywhere was so dark, I couldn't see a thing or make out an object. How was the lab pitch black when there was daylight outside? I stumbled forward, following the voices that kept chanting incoherent sentences. The more I got closer, the louder and clearer the voice grew.

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.

It was a cold night, pitch black and eerily silent. The road was empty, not a living being was seen, let alone a human. The sky was cloudy and even the street lights were flickering every now and then, giving it a creepy feeling. Anybody would have been scared of the spine-chilling atmosphere. It was like living in a graveyard, not a sound was heard nor a shadow was seen. But not for her.

“We’re going home. We’re going back to the pack.” “The pack...” he whispered, his eyes fluttering open. They weren't sapphire anymore; they were dark violet, reflecting the sky outside. I looked up through the windshield and my heart hit my throat. The sky wasn't blue. It was a deep, bleeding crimson, streaked with veins of black lightning that thundered. High, piercing wails that vibrated through the metal of the car.

“Deal.” “Promise.” “I promise.” That promise lasted exactly ten minutes. Because the moment we stepped outside… Everything went to hell. —-- *OUTSIDE THE HOUSE* The village was chaos. Not normal chaos. Shadow chaos. Literally.. Black clouds swirled across the ground like ink spilled by a giant hand. They pulsed, moved, twisted—almost like they had minds of their own. And inside each cloud were shapes. Tall. Thin. Wrong. Humanoid silhouettes long limbs and flickering ember-like eyes. They drifted like smoke but jerked like puppets pulled by tangled strings.

Joe gently closed the door, and his monotonous footsteps sounded in the corridor. In the office, Blake pinched his forehead and stared coldly at the large piece of glass in front of him. Outside the window, it was already dark. Every building was brightly lit. Although it was close or far away, it made people feel more lonely. Blake sat there, smoking and puffing. He pressed his fingers on the table on the mobile phone and tapped it gently... In the villa in the suburbs, because the party was in the open air, the surrounding area was heated up with braziers. Sparks jumped out of the firewood, and the fire was lingering and integrated with the surrounding black night.