The Dark Tower Novels & Stories

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

I take my food to the lounge to eat while watching TV. When I'm not dancing, I'm cooking and watching series. Mostly thriller and suspense. Believe me, I get scared, but thriller is better than horror. It's mostly blood and guns but with horror? You'll come across creatures that don't even exist yet feel real because of how scary they are. You'll believe there's a Darkasher somewhere out there.

He swung it into the lead drone, and the shard shattered into a harmless spray of binary. We were at the base of the tower now. The exit the gateway to the decentralized dark-web was a swirling vortex of unmapped noise at the very peak. But the Elena-AI was closing the gap, her bike’s turbine-whistle turning into a siren that threatened to overwrite our neural patterns. "If we hit that vortex at this speed, we might not reform on the other side," Dax warned. "If we stay here, we're deleted!" I looked up at the vortex. "I’m going to use the Engine’s resonance to shatter the tower’s shield! On my mark, push everything into the intake!"

I do usually take time to get to know a man before I invite him up to my room. "You like to be chased?" His voice, already deep, had dropped almost an octave, until it was barely more than a subsonic rumble. "I think that could be...arranged." Something about his tone piqued my curiosity. I'd chosen the Dark Tower casino and hotel for its dark, gothic atmosphere. It's a great place for a vampire to blend in and look positively normal. Though the clientele ran from emo rockers to hardcore S&M enthusiasts, I'd never heard that it offered any kind of sex club on the premises. I hoped his offer was a personal one, and he wasn't just drumming up business for his bo

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Above her, the sound grew closer, and a dark shadow covered the sky above everyone’s heads. “Madchen,” Drago had her by the waist now, holding her tightly, “Please,” Everyone stood up, including Drago, who had her in a death grip. The dark shadow grew closer, and Madchen shielded her eyes from the sun, craning to get a look at the thing causing such a commotion. Before her very eyes, the shadow took on the shape of a scaly beast, at least twenty feet long. A dragon? Was she high? No, it couldn’t be…

Asher's POV Staring up at the large casino like building before him Asher steadied his heartbeat as he exited a taxi. Lights lit its 20 story walls, flashing from different shades of red, blue, and green. The words 'La Fiet' glowed golden above the double door entrance where a man clad in all black stood checking ID'S of patrons. The place seemed as grandiose as he had heard and immediately all he could think was, what am I even doing here?

"I used to live with my parents in the Blue Moon Pack, but the happiness in my family shattered after my father's death. I… I moved to live with my stepfather who sold me out when I came of age." Jasmine and Victoria gasped. "He is such an evil!" Jasmine spat, shaking her head. I smiled lightly and continued. "I do love a man, but he's dying and I need to save him. The only way to do that is to go to the Isle of the Blessed and get the antidote kept in the dark tower," I whispered. "The dark tower?" Jasmine gasped, her eyes widening in horror. "That is the most dangerous place in the Isle. It's the residence of the blessed witch

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant