The Darkening Novels & Stories

“Nope. No bright clothes either. This is the real me.” “Well, the real you is stunning. I can't imagine why you would want to conceal her in the first place.” She gave me a sad smile. “I really hope you still feel that way by the end of tonight.” Before I could begin to decode what that could possibly mean, she took hold of one of my hands. “Come. I want to show you something.” We started off down the dark street lit up only by a row of street lamps, the evening wind nipping at our ears and the moon a fuzzy halo in the dark sky.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

With Each cord fate wove betwixt the shades of destiny, prophecy's chime clings to the constraints of man, beckoning the freedom of one Sealed In Darkness. The sky roared. The clashes of blades resonated with the cracking thunder as flashes of lightening made visible the blood painting an alluring canvas on the streets with its scarlet-red splendor. The weaves of corpses spawned up within the crannies, daring enough to walk a runway in the open: both young and old, neither was spared from the delight of the day. Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot.

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”

♠️ ETHAN ♠️ The warehouse smelled like rust and damp concrete, old oil, and now, the sharp tang of blood. We’d dragged Brandon to one of Dre’s safe spots on the outskirts of the city—a forgotten industrial shell where screams didn’t echo far. He was tied to a metal chair in the center, wrists raw from the zip ties, head lolling from the punch I’d given him earlier. Dre flipped on the single hanging bulb, casting harsh shadows across Brandon’s face. He stirred, groaning, eyes fluttering open to the nightmare.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

"Just the way Darkness won't leave me alone." "The underwater pathways have been found and are closed to them," Damonq assured. "Darkness has always been the brother that wanted to work with science and technology. He needed you for his experiments, but now that his cities have been taken from him, he will have to rebuild. You are not as important." "You're talking as if you believe he's still alive."

The darkness closed in around him, its power overwhelming and absolute. When the ritual was finished, Ryder was changed. He was no longer the same man, but a shadow of his former self, bound to the will of the silver-haired woman. His eyes now mirrored the eerie glow of hers, a testament to the dark force that had claimed him. The weight of his new destiny pressed heavily upon him, as he stood in the ruins of the ancient church, forever linked to the legacy of darkness.

Darkness paused. “He thinks too highly of himself, and that will be his downfall.” Darkness took out the moon shaped necklace he had taken from Vanilla, examining it as he spoke with nonchalance. “My time comes with a heavy price.” He carressed the necklace. “Ask him if he can bear the price.” The sound of a to ringing phone pierced the air, Darren quickly took out his phone and picked the call. “Tell him to come to me, I have a very nice gift for him.” Darkness heard Alpha Derrick's sultry voice, filed with glee.

His presence seemed to suck the air from the room, devouring the light and turning it into something else—something dark. For just a second, it reminded me of the Game Master. They both held that darkness within them, but they were two sides of a coin. The Game Master’s darkness reminded me of a dark sky filled with stars, the beautiful darkness that consumed the day. This—thing, its darkness reminded me of a chasm. An endless chasm with nothing but death and agony. ‘We’re not going to fucking die.’ Rayna snarled, ‘Not if I have anything to do with it.’