Pitch Black Outside Novels & Stories

An odd observation, but I kept it to myself. When researching, food is a must for me, but since this is not a school work, Marco and I settled for cups of coffee. We were making progress as far as I can tell. We worked out an obscure pattern of Pitch Black’s movement and it still pointed us to Russia, particularly in Siberia. He’s been moving all over the world, but a particular spot where people have seen him in the last twenty years. “Still going at it, Lian?” Marco stretched his arms, leaning his back against the work chair while I rub my eyes with the back of my hand.

My skin prickled as my eyes scanned the space, searching for an answer that refused to come. Black and gray. Who paints a room in such dark, brooding shades? The walls loomed around me, their deep tones absorbing the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the massive windows. It felt cold, almost suffocating, as if the room itself carried a heavy, untold story.

“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.

Just being indifferent and not showing too much emotion, Jax wouldn't be able to tell that Chad was lying. ––––––––––––––––––––– At night, the temperature dropped to minus, there was no one outside, only the sound of the wind howling and the rustling of the pulse trees. Around here, the noise outside sounded very barbaric because it was like the cries of the devil in hell.

Adria pov A loud pounding erupted outside of Nyx's home. He grabbed my hand and headed toward the living room windows. A black inky mass covered the entire view. I shuddered. "See she can't get in," he chuckles. I look up at him like he's crazy. He grins down at me and pecks my cheek. I smile, squeezing his hand. His soul is actually enjoying all this madness.

POV EMMA BELLE The tactical solar of the Black Crag was stifling. Despite the blizzard howling outside the obsidian walls, the air inside felt thick, heavy, and charged with a static tension that made the hair on my arms stand up. I was trying to focus. I really was.

His body suddenly went cold as if he was drowned into a barrel of cold water. “KEITH, HURRY UP!” Xion’s voice was heard from outside. With few curses, Keith dragged Gray outside the house. “I can’t find Leon!” He spoke exasperatedly. “What do you mean?!” The tall man couldn’t hide his surprise. As Gray stepped outside, he gasped. The sky was black and red. Everything was on fire and smoke. And people were screaming all around them. “What… what happened?!” He grabbed Keith’s arms as he stared at cavalry squad that passed through.

Ridge’s Pov The sky had already turned that gunmetal shade of gray by the time I turned into the long, curved driveway leading up to the pack house. Thunder rolled low in the distance, like the earth itself was grumbling about the night ahead; and honestly, I felt the same way.