The Dark Novels & Stories

They orbited towards Dain, so thick and dense that after a few seconds, all I could see were the starry expanse of his eyes, and the whiteness of his teeth. “Darkness, capital ‘D,’ and darkness, lowercase, are two very different things.” He explained, not at all fazed by my mistake. A flutter began low in my stomach as I settled into the armchair, nestling in the blanket that smelled strongly of Dain. How easy it felt sitting here with him. So easy that it wouldn’t be hard to picture this as my room, his bed as our bed. I shook the tempting thoughts from my head, covering my torment with curiosity. “The Darkness and the White Bull are one in the same, manifest

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me? AZAEL BLACKWELL. The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

It stood on two legs but was too unsteady by now. Its eyes glowed yellow, fur black as the night and soaked in dark red blood, its pointed ears hanging limply, one of them half torn off, and the huge gash in its neck spurting blood all over the grass beside it. It looked at them a little mournfully but its yellow eyes still held a deep hatred and it glared at them maliciously. Up close, it looked similar to Anubis but its features were even scarier and wilder looking. Its fur was so dark it seemed like a living sheen of swirling darkness as it moved. It tried to steady itself but in a flash, Anubis knocked it down and began tearing at its neck and face until its yelps went silent and only An

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

But no one can guess, whether it's light or dark. As for Simara, she deserved to be punished for her careless behavior. The wolves may have tortured her for information, but she can disclose anything. Dark stopped feeling the pain and emotions years ago... It is not his thing, but Dark will make sure a few of them get killed by him. (Just for fun) He smirked. "Motherfu****s." He mumbled a few curses. The words rolled out from his tongue as he is so proficient in the art of cursing.

He buried his face in her neck, his hands clutching her back with a strength that bruised. "I saw her," Dark whispered, his voice a broken sob. "My mother. She was in the dark. She told me to... to find the stars. But I couldn't find them, Iza. I couldn't find them." "I'm the stars, Dark," she said, her voice a soothing, rhythmic hum. "I'm right here. I'm the floor of heaven. You're not in the dark anymore." Slowly, the tension began to drain out of him. The heart monitor began to slow. Beep... beep... beep. He stayed there, held by the woman he had bought, the woman who had now saved his empire and his soul.

Zombies are not real. He is patient. His heart is killing him but he is patient. He will see it through. He will see the figure. Slowly, it is becoming clearer. He can see the shape out of the dark. It looks like a human. It is human. But zombies are humans that ended up as lab rats and return to revenge so it is too early to judge. If it is human, why are they out at night, walking slowly from the dark? The house. Towards the house.

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."