Plot Of Heart Of Darkness Novels & Stories

"But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad." ― Joseph Conrad, ~ Darkness. It could be Wickedness or evil, or Unhappiness or gloom, or the basic meaning, the partial or total absence of light (Dictionary).

Crested on the sails is the peak of a mountain and the rising sun behind it, on deck Soldiers clad in red steel-armor set the sails and engage in various activities. Inside a cabin underneath the bridge of the ship a fair skinned man having short dark curls and we'll trimmed beards with a blend of gray, dressed in silver robe; reads cheerfully through a large map stationed on a table. After a while the man lifts up his head gazing at the beauty of the Ocean through the large window in front of him. “It’s good to be here again, I wonder how Jerrod and everyone else are doing. Prince Fredrick, Prince Richard, Aria, she should be a woman by now.”

Yes, that was also Nadir's job - collecting male sperm for incubus. Now, filled with life-giving energy, she walked down the street, invisible to people. Nadir was able to dissolve into thin air when she didn't want all the men's eyes on her. Suddenly, a car flashed past Nadir, which was full of suffering, sadness and complete despair. It worked on her as a bait. No demon could resist the feeling of such misfortune. Nadir ran in a demonic speed, thanks to which she quickly caught up with the car. It stopped in front of a small tenement house, the owner of the car got out and slowly "crawled" to the front door. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a little bit of facial hair, black hair,

He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo. I watched him as he went down, I choose not to look at how he will be going to redeem Harold. I’ve seen him redeem lives before and it always pity me to see human dying. But well, all should die. I wonder why they never let Harold see her sister, for many years they created a lot of obstruction. Those are the question I am curious with, but was afraid to ask because I can’t afford to lose my power again.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

He would ruin my mood. After dinner, I went to my cabin to rest but I woke up in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep again so I just decided to go up on the top deck and get some fresh air. I hold onto the railings and stared at the dark sea in front. Even with the moonlight, the sea is still so dark. It looks so calm on the surface but who knows what are the dangers awaiting beneath it. Even if it's dangerous, I couldn't help but adore it. I wonder how Helion will kill me? Because if I will make the choice, I rather be drowned in such a wonderful sea. Dying under waters is everyone's horror, but for me I think it's a lot more noble. After all, dying in the place you love is better.

His voice is smooth and alluring. My heart rate picks up. I've never gotten this nervous over a client before. I'm usually, usually confident and well-put-together. I don't feel well-put-together in his presence at all. I'm disoriented and I don't like it. Slowly, I sink to my knees, throwing my legs over his muscular thighs on the couch. I lower myself down on him and feel him stiffen under me. He opens his eyes and my breath hitches. His eyes were the colour of brimstone. A dark chasm of nothingness.

His raven black short hair shines at the light of the small chandelier, although his bangs cover his eyes as he looked down, Ariz knew how beautiful his emerald green eyes are. Nobel Damian Lewis is his full name. At the age of 23, he is already a well-known parapsychologist, professor/researcher in British Society for Psychic Research that studied paranormal activities both those blamed to be cause by entities, and those believed to be cause by the mysterious ability of human mind. Aside from his genius mind, Nobel is also popular because of his handsome looks. With the height of 5’11, a lean body, and his pale white skin, people once asked her if her boss is a real living vampire.

Two Black Wolf commanders stood by the entrance, hands resting on their sword hilts. Mother reached into her silver cloak and produced the Heart of the Wolf. She laid it on the scarred wood of the table. In the dim light, the stone didn’t look like a legendary artifact. It looked like a piece of black glass, dark and jagged. The candlelight bent away from it, as if the stone were drinking the light itself.

He slid down to the ground, limp. Dot convulsed violently for a moment. Blood trickled out of his nose and snout. His wet, glimmering eyes that had soothed me countless times looked at me for one final, torturing moment before that light was snuffed out. Everything came to a screeching halt, and silence followed. I froze as my pupils dilated in horror. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the tiny, lifeless body lying on the ground. I'd spent seven years with that precious pup. Dot had been the only thing tethering me to something real and warm through countless lonely nights.