The Dark Past Novels & Stories

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.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

He was also given a second degree burn on his back and a metal was stabbed on his back too. She was so perplexed at the report, Who's so cruel to kill a twelve year old in such gruesome way? The Wall Street is getting more dangerous for it's inhabitant, especially for children and teens, Not talking of the youths. Drugs everywhere, Killing and illegal deals. The police have also lock downed the drug path by arresting the Drug Lord of the Walls over twenty years ago. The man Big Ray was arrested when a woman, Cynthia Smithson blew up their cover,

Is there anything left behind? With doubt bearing down on him, Dominick murmured, "I don't know." However, it seems to be more than that. It's the darkest I've ever experienced. Not since the previous days. He trailed off as memories of his past mental and physical injuries came flooding back. Like a shadow in his head, the darkness that had engulfed him before the pack had taken root in his heart was now making a comeback.

His mind was racing, piecing together fragments of the past, trying to make sense of it all. As the clock struck midnight, Damian stared out the window at the city lights. He had spent years building his empire, but it felt like the shadows of his past were finally catching up to him. A part of him wished he could let it all go, but another part— the darker part—knew he wouldn’t rest until he had answers. The room grew colder, the silence heavier. And for the first time in a long time, Damian felt a flicker of doubt. Would finding the truth bring him peace—or would it only make everything worse?

I cut, my eyebrows draw in, "What is that?" "Oh Velari, you do not know of the Black Years?” Her eyes dart to Vale. Vale returns the stare blankly. “The terror of the dark times,” she explains, I notice she becomes bolder when she speaks her sadness disappearing, “When the first sun died and the earth mourned her fifteen years before the birth of the second sun in the Starless age when our ancestors lived. Those years, the Dark creatures birthed from the cracked moon, they say they were like moving shadows, formless yet always hunting souls, old and young, poor and noble alike." Her eyes are wide as she explains this history a visible shudder, goosebumps lining her skin.

Please Note: This story has heavy violence and dark moments!! There WILL be moments of carnage and depression!! This is not a story for the faint of heart!! Some of these chapters may contain: Torture Homicide Horror-like elements Sexual assaults *NO RAPE* Along with: Demonology Crude dialogue Emotional trauma

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

He stared at it for a long time, feeling something dark curl through him, rooting itself deep. This fight wasn't about just the city. It was about revenge. It was about the past; neither of them had escaped from. And above all.. It was about proving he wasn't the weak brother anymore. "I'll show you," Darkling whispered to the empty room. His voice was deadly. "I'll show all of you." His eyes—the same dark eyes Mariselle used to call beautiful before everything fell apart—shifted into something monstrous.