Silent Darkness Novels & Stories

Darkness didn't come slow. She fell over the city. From one moment to the next. The golden lanterns are gone. Windows were black. The rain disappeared. Even the whisper of the stories tumulted. There was nothing for a heartbeat. No colors. No sounds. No orientation. Mara felt her stomach collapsed. Not because of the darkness. Because of silence. For she remembered another silence. To the island. At the moment before the awakening of the dreamer. Those seconds in which the world seemed to be lurking.

I know for a fact that if I was truly settled and contented with what I have for the past centuries, I would have died by now. But I’m not dead, so my heart hasn’t reached it’ contentment. And while I don’t wish to see how it ends, there’s a longing curiosity inside of me that seeks to know what it is could sedate a monster like me. There was none, I thought. Until it happened. The black and white scene. Flashing an image of a school's playground with two people talking to each other. One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings.

Bathed in sweat, Alissa woke up from sleep. Immediately she sat upright in bed, her heart beat to her chest and she quickly switched on the light. Immediately she calmed down when she saw the familiar bedroom, and Hannah, too, continued to sleep peacefully. Alissa got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face. When she came back she checked her watch. It was now four thirty. She doubted she would go back to sleep. She didn't even want to go back to sleep for fear of being haunted by nightmares again. Actually, she hadn't had nightmares for a long time, but now that she had told Hannah a bit about her past, everything had come up again. She quickly put on jeans and a sweater and left the

The drive over to the apartment was filled with an uncomfortable silence. Unasked questions hung in the air like a thick fog. Beads of sweat prickled on the back of the drivers neck as he too was smothered by the tension in the car. The seconds felt like minutes as the road seemed to stretch longer and longer before her eyes. Letting her eyes close, Thea suppressed a sigh as she leant her head against the window, she ignored the drumming of her head against the window as they drove over the bumpy terrain. Bellamy’s words playing on repeat in her head, ‘like our souls recognise each other’.

Darkness. Not the absence of light, but a void—a silence that pressed against the skin, the mind, the soul. Lena stood alone in this nothingness, her breath the only sound. The world around her was undefined, a canvas awaiting form. Then, a flicker—a sharp and sudden memory. She was six years old, hiding beneath the staircase of her childhood home. Thunder rumbled outside, and the walls trembled with the echoes of raised voices. Her parents, locked in another argument, their words weapons that left invisible scars.

Rook shifted completely back to human, smooth and panting. For one beautiful moment we stayed tangled together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum. I felt warm. Connected. Safe. “I can feel you inside me,” I whispered. “All of you. It worked.” Silas kissed the fresh bite mark gently. “You are ours now. Really ours.” Then every candle died. The room went pitch black. When faint light returned, their eyes had turned completely black. No whites. Just empty darkness. Their voices came out at the same time, cold and ancient.

It was not empty. Something vast occupied the darkness. She could not see it, but she could feel it — a presence so immense it had its own gravity, pulling at the edges of her mind. The air here was cold, but it was a cold that burned, the cold of absolute zero, of places where even light died. And beneath the cold, beneath the silence, she heard a sound. A low, constant note, like a distant scream frozen in time. “What is that?” Thane whispered, his voice barely audible.

POV: LYRA I wake up choking on darkness. Not the kind of darkness where you close your eyes and still see shapes. This is worse. This is the kind where there is nothing. No light. No shadows. Just thick black silence pressing in from every side. My lungs drag in a sharp breath and cold air scrapes down my throat. “What…” My voice sounds strange in the dark. Small. I try to sit up. Metal snaps tight around my wrists. The sound echoes through the space with a violent clank and pain shoots up both my arms.

I paused for a moment thinking about that place. “When you are dead, the kind of darkness that swallows you is the kind that leaves you with no hope at all. It leaves you broken and desperate. For some noise, something to tell you that you are not alone, that there is something else there besides you, but the silence is defining to a point that you can hear the pin drop.”

But I know it is indeed incredibly difficult to find someone whom you would be inclined to bare your soul. The darkness is engulfing me from every slope, leaving me frightened in my place. Being unable to scream for help, tears started streaming down my face as the malevolent silhouette reached for me, attempting to mumble something in my ears. "I am at a loss as to how to finally put an end to this. Please help me," I prayed silently "Maybe just try to cover your ears and keep your eyes closed," I theorized. As the darkness creeps in and begins to exert pressure within every grasp, the deafness is beginning to break my ears. I just could not breathe because I was immobilized all over. My mi