The Darkest Night Novels & Stories

Mayfair at midnight was a different kind of darkness. The rain slicked the cobblestone streets, reflecting the neon lights that buzzed in muted hues. The rich of London wore their secrets like silk, their chauffeurs waiting patiently, velvet ropes swaying in the drizzle, shadows moving with purpose. Inside the members-only lounge, the atmosphere was thick with secrecy: polished mahogany, crystal decanters, and low, expensive laughter. The walls had seen more than enough—deals, sins, confessions too dangerous to utter aloud.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

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.

The Dark One continued but trailed off again as he coughed out more blood. He didn’t let that stop him. “So now,” he forced the words out and even grew a smile. “We will witness how darkness takes its toll and how destiny unfolds in the shadows as two past lovers— one chosen and one forgotten, will create the color I have strived to create for decades— black. The forgotten one shall kill the other one to become the Chosen one and the Lord of Darkness, and with this, I can rest peacefully in the aftershadows, knowing that my legacy is preceded...”

The cold night air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the faint rustling of leaves. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting eerie shadows across the forest floor. Kaelan stood at the edge of the clearing, his fists clenched, his jaw tight. Across from him, Zane's hulking silhouette loomed, a dark smile curling on his lips. The Dark Wolves circled them like vultures, their glowing eyes reflecting the hunger for blood.

He sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging with the weight of the situation. "He went into the Forest of Darkness," he admitted reluctantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "The Forest of Darkness?" I repeated, my eyes widening in shock. Damian went into the forest of darkness, also known as the forest of no return, and he did this without at least telling me. And all to save his deceased mate? How did he even make it back? It's a miracle that he's still alive. "But why? What was he looking for?" I asked, my voice betraying the strong facade I was trying to maintain as I knew the answer to my questions.

then everything went dark. Ladies and Gentlemen, the award of the most worst night ever goes to tonight, August 20th, 2020. I stare at the dark ceiling, I've actually given up on Life, these flashbacks are prove that there's no hope for me, and definitely no help coming, not that I need it though. ~.~

It was in the darkness that Duncan felt truly alive. For Duncan, the darkness was not a place of fear, but a realm of endless possibilities. It was where he thrived, where his adventurous spirit soared, and where he truly felt at home. And so, he would eagerly await the next nightfall, ready to embark on another journey into the embrace of the dark.

Rhychard sat astride his Suzuki and stared up at Renny Saunders townhouse. The chilly, quiet night entirely swallowed the Friday sun. The sky was clear, the stars pin-pricking the night canopy. It was the first night of the Dark Moon. Tomorrow that moon would hold power, power Vargas would harness and use to open a Gateway to the Nether.

At least due to the fact that the former head of the Order of Darkness in the hands of potential enemies is too dangerous a weapon. Tossing and turning from side to side, she couldn't sleep. The clock had long struck midnight, and Rick was still gone. As long as he doesn't get stuck. Echoing her thoughts, the front door slammed. She put on a bathrobe and went down to the first floor. Rick sat in total darkness and sniffed sullenly. Even from afar, she could smell alcohol and blood. He looked up at her, and Venira was dumbfounded by the picturesquely painted face of the dark one.