The Dark Novels & Stories

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through m

It was as if the concept of light did not even exist here. “There is nothing to see,” She replied. “It just Darkness.” “Trust me, Luna, the Dark is alive, it holds secrets anyone would die for if they were not so quick to judge it.” Priscillia understood a warning whenever she heard one. The Dark receded and they all stepped into a large hall. “Just the way I left it,” Adam said as he looked around. “It feels good to be home.” Priscillia felt a heaviness on her shoulders and her breathing was almost getting difficult.

"You know what, Dark? I’m so sick of your stubborn brain. If you weren’t my friend, I would have beaten you up again and again until you understood how painful all of this is. What the hell? You really don’t remember anything? Not even a little? Not even something about your family? They waited for you. They missed you. They need you beside them. But you? What did you do? You’re enjoying your life now that your enemies are gone. You never even thought about how or why they died? Isn’t that something you should think about? Stop it, Dark. Wake up, fool. This girl is not your girlfriend. You already have everything. You already have a woman you love so damn much." Dark listened without a singl

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

"What!?" The collective voices of the other mountains was so loud that Mane had to cover his poor ears. He could clearly sense the shock and disbelief in the voices of the mountains. Curious about their reaction, he asked, "What is the dark realm?" The mountains were stirred awake from their shock when they heard Mane's voice, with the 3rd opting to answer his question. "The dark realm is the deadliest place in the entire universe! It is an independent space that cannot support life. The laws of destruction of that exist in that realm are so powerful that no one can survive in that realm. No matter who it is, gods, demons and ev

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

Past This place was dark. And the dark here was not black walls. The dark here was in the men I heard talking. The dark here was the evil that lurked in the air. The dark here was the crying and screams and pain I could hear through the walls. The dark here was in the white sparkling lights and the money that surrounded us.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

"How's my sister?" "Sound asleep," Vador replied. "Something is wrong," Aleister said entering the room "Someone is coming," his eyes were now shades of grey "Avan,Emma,go,take Avan with you. Go to Alizon" "The dark witches are back," Vador said his eyes changing color." "That's right," someone replied across the room with her back turned. Immediately Vador was tied to a metal chair and so was Aleister. "How's the dark lord?" She asked turning to face them.

I'm Seo-yeon Lee, an extraordinary twenty-two years old university student. Now, how do I begin? The dark truth about me. I was just at the tender age of sixteen years old when I hurt my friend or in other words, killed my friend. It was night, a dark night, a never ending night. I was afraid of myself. I couldn't believe in myself. I debated with myself for quite a very long time that whether all of these was true. Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth.