Pitch Black Outside Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Ms. Piper got up from her desk and rushed to the classroom door to look out. The entire school was black, as far as we could tell, like the electricity had all gone out. There was a row of windows in the classroom, but it was a dark wintry day, so not a lot of sunlight was filtering in. Without the buzz of the overhead lights and the computers we normally heard, it was a little eerie. I looked from Ms. Piper to Brice and then back again. He shrugged, but I could tell he wasn’t alarmed. The teacher, on the other hand, looked as if she didn’t know what to do, but she seemed to think that something was wrong.

[In this chapter, I will be using the third person's POV.] Third Person's POV: It was nighttime. An abandoned building stood in one of the deserted areas. The wall inside was painted black which looked like darkness engulfing every part of the building. The door of the building was opened from outside which produced a ‘creak’ sound. It sounded almost haunting since it was nighttime.

Frozen. The sunlight was getting brighter. Not gradually—noticeably. The shadows on my wall were shrinking. I squinted at the window. The sky outside was not blue. It was white. A pure, flat, featureless white, like a sheet of paper stretched across the world. I got up and walked to the window. The street below was empty. No cars. No people. No birds. The trees stood perfectly still, their leaves glowing as if lit from within. The light had no source. It was just there. Everywhere.

We burst through the surface of the mountain, exploding out of the ruins of the packhouse. The world outside was a nightmare. The Eclipse was at its peak. The sky was a bruised, sickly purple, and the "Black Sun" hung in the air like a dead eye. Below us, the five thousand wolves of the Western Packs were screaming. They weren't screaming in war-cries anymore; they were screaming in terror. The Blight-Wing didn't wait. It expanded its shadow-wings, which were miles wide, and let out a roar that shattered every window left in the valley.

The old foliage of recent years has gathered around its roots and has spread to the bicycle racks that are probably rarely used. I could only see all of this in the faint light of the moon, because Reese was right, it was really pitch black here. There were no lanterns and the windows of the houses facing the courtyard did not emit the slightest ray of light. All were dark. So the perfect conditions for a proles hunt. It really got better and better. "Stared enough?" Came the dark shadow in the middle of the green courtyard. "Come here now."

The sky had become dark at the end of the thorough tour of the raw material factory. Shawn started the car and drove back along the same route they had come from. The night wind was cold, blowing from afar. Within a few miles, there was not a single sound. It was pitch black around. If not for the car's headlights, it would have been so dark that one couldn't even see their fingers. Natasha sat in the back, gazing at the darkness outside quietly. In this desolate wilderness, there was no sound except for the insects' faint chirping. It was completely silent.