Sinister Dolls Novels & Stories

Among the broken pieces and toppled figurines, two dolls stood upright, untouched, staring at me with their glassy, painted eyes. My breath hitched as I took a step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. It felt like my lungs had seized up, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. I recognized them instantly. The first doll wore a bright red jacket, a tiny top hat perched at a jaunty angle on its head. In its small porcelain hand, it held a miniature whip—clearly a lion tamer. The second doll was equally striking, dressed in a striped leotard with exaggerated muscles stitched into its arms, like a cartoonish depiction of a circus strongwoman.

Like chaos in human form or the kind of person who could drag you into hell and somehow make it fun. Beside us, a woman in a silver dress straddles a man’s lap while another feeds him strawberries while someone else disappears behind a curtain with a hand wrapped tightly around their throat. My pulse pounds harder. This place feels different from the nightclub downstairs... More intimate, expensive and... dangerous. Rhyssa leans close enough for her lips to brush my ear as she gestures to the seductive sinful scene surrounding us. "Back here..." she purrs, "is where all the real fun happens, love."

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Would I be able to ignore their stares? "Yen, is Zed in your house?" Ara hollered her question from the top of the stairs. I nodded, listening to her heavy footsteps coming down. "Now, go home and watch this!" I opened my eyes and saw her holding out her phone. Sitting up straight, I grabbed her phone, only to see that she was playing a sex video. The man was standing naked, his hands locked behind his head. The woman on the bed then grabbed his shaft and rubbed it in a slow-motion. After a while, she shoved it inside her mouth, then bobbed her head back and forth.

Then, he pulled the scale out of my pocket and put it over my chest, and I felt a burning sensation—looking down in reflex, I saw the scale fusing with the birthmark over my chest, turning my birthmark into a dark blue spot. “That’s a corrupted nursery which was used for grooming saplings, but it’s now a nest for those corrupted creatures. That thing is so greedy it wants my body right now.” Dicken narrowed his eyes dangerously as his expression turned frighteningly intimidating, and he bared his white fangs through his lips. “When I go out to stop it, you have to get in that portal, Linda—without hesitation.”

There was a simulated doll in the box. The doll's eyes were gouged out, leaving only a white part. There was a long cut on its stomach, which was sewed with hemp ropes. It was all blood, and its fingers had sharp nails. Baby Doll was too lifelike. No matter how smart Henric was or how bold he was, he was still a child. Seeing such a thing, she was so scared that she screamed.

Their sessions grew more extreme. One evening, he brought rope, candles, and a new toy—a thick glass dildo. He tied her wrists to the headboard, lit candles dripping hot wax across her breasts and stomach while he fucked her mouth. Sophia gagged and drooled, tears streaming, but her pussy dripped with arousal. Later, he took her ass. He worked the glass dildo into her pussy first, double-penetrating her while choking her from behind. Sophia nearly passed out again from the intensity, orgasming so hard her legs shook uncontrollably.

A scythe, etched in blood always found on the corpses of the damned. Her face was never seen. Her name never spoken. Only one thing was known: if you saw the Shadow Siren, you were already dead. Seraphina paused in front of the assignment vault. It hissed open at her biometric scan, revealing a slim black folder marked with the crimson sigil of The Order. A serpent swallowing its tail. The folder was thin and thin files meant powerful targets. Dangerous demons that could slip through the cracks of society. They could kill in silence, and vanish without a trace. She opened it.

Three years later Today is a significant day for me, for the first time in the last three years I was able to materialize the Klindar. This is the personal weapon of every dark one, consisting only of inner darkness. They say that before every second dark one knew how to call him. It was with this weapon that the Daughters of Darkness slew their enemies in the last war, for there is no defense against the Klindar, and no spell or armor can stop him. All I got was a small, crooked dagger that didn't last even a minute, but for all of us it was like a miracle. So far, no one has succeeded except me and Helen. The only time I saw Helen was when she and Lady Holm picked me up from the orphanage.

"When destroyed, the doll releases a black mist carrying the residue of a curse. The mist contains the remnants of energy from the victims—those sacrificed to strengthen the ritual. And what's even more terrifying is that we discovered the doll's presence can obscure spiritual awareness, even toward the Moon Goddess." Silence enveloped the room before the Leader Investigation continued. "However, the doll is not the only one. We believe there are others hidden in different locations. We are still searching for them," he continued, his voice growing heavier. Some Alphas exchanged glances with clenched jaws, while some Lunas began to grip their couples' hands tightly. The tension that had not