Smash Bros Dark Pit Novels & Stories

Your mission is to cross the bridge and locate the missing section of the map that will help guide you further on your dark journey to the end of the Cup. - ۩ Your team's ultimate goal is to delve into the Pits of Scream, cross the narrow bridge over the yawning pit of writhing, hissing anaconda-sized snakes and flaming inferno, find the chest and locate the final piece of the map displaying your path to the target. But beware, for one misstep means plummeting into the fire and fangs below.

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

“Do you think the pit is still there?” he asks, meditatively, as if not even registering that he actually said something. The air shifts. Heavy. Like someone sucked the laughter out of the room and replaced it with something dense and dark. The kids go still. I glance at Enrique. His face is rigid and hard. The pit means something. And it’s not something good. I put my hand on his arm. “It’s still there,” he says, “Just full … ”

"It doesn't work like that, Kaelor. If he finds the signal, he locks the whole grid. We won't even get within a mile of the tower." They navigated the tunnels for an hour, wading through knee deep filth until Aradaa stopped at a rusted steel door marked with a faded skull. He punched a sequence into a keypad that shouldn't have had power. It clicked open. The air inside was different. It smelled of old grease, cheap tobacco, and unwashed bodies. This was The Pit—an underground fight club where Aradaa had spent his nights as a scholar, betting on brawls just to feel something other than Malrec’s thumb.

It was roughly a fifteen-foot drop to the dirt floor of the pit, just enough to hurt on the way down but likely not enough to break any bones. No, there was no need for broken bones. With the loose lattice of metal bars at the top and steep, slick sides made of smooth stone, no man or wolf could clamber their way out. But animals and the elements could get in; and seeing as how the pit was positioned perfectly in the center of a forest clearing, there was no cover of trees or anything else to protect the prisoners. I shuddered as I leaned over, peering into the pit. A warm arm wrapped around me, pulling me back.

he warned. He dug the tires into the asphalt. Darkness reigned violently as he turned off the convertible's lights. Alek grabbed the gun at his waist, but he also grabbed a Colt 45 from the dashboard of the car and climbed out, pointing it in all directions. Euphoria from the desire to get rid of heads that dark July night slithered through his veins like a snake eager to inject his venom. He advanced with firm steps, without hesitating even a bit, reaffirming the security with which he moved. He was ready to pull the trigger, even if he managed to get Frattini to give up and hand over the supposedly defective "merchandise."

The smug look on his face was really getting on my nerves. “You know you are playing a very dangerous game against the Dark Alpha…” I spat while I walk towards my cavern prison. “Arrogance could be hazardous to your health… Even deadly.” I am still surprised he was able to convince the rogues to side with him while the Dark Alpha was away doing business.

This wasn’t an attack anymore; this was war. _________ UNKNOWN POV Far beyond the mansion walls, hidden among the trees overlooking the estate, a black SUV sat silently in the darkness. Declon watched the mansion through binoculars from the back seat. Firelight reflected faintly across his face while endless gunfire echoed through the night. One of his men, Asher, rushed toward the vehicle, breathing heavily, blood smeared across his jacket. “We can’t find where he kept your sister, Boss.”

The cold, sharp pain they caused pulled me back to reality and kept me grounded. So what if I still loved him? The pain his betrayal left behind was already carved into my heart, unable to be erased, ever. I shook my head lightly, my voice distant and worn. "It's over, Lucas. Let's stop torturing each other." He stared at me with eyes filled with desperation. Finally, he swallowed his emotions and rasped, "Rest well… I promise that I'll avenge our lost child." I closed my eyes, too tired to respond and too drained to care about his sorrow.

To help with the shoes. I left the restaurant feeling like a sick psycho, one night I was having sex with a hitman, and the second I was crushing over an innocent girl, she’s way too innocent for someone like me, my darkness would crush her innocence, she can’t survive in my world, it would be the end of her innocence. Sometimes flowers could just be seen and smelled, picking them off the ground would kill them, that’s how things would end if I tried to do something to that girl, I’d kill her innocence, she’s not mine, I just had to leave her be.