The Darkest Night Novels & Stories

Two Weeks Later The apartment is dead silent, save for the steady hum of the refrigerator. For two full weeks, I exist in a liminal space of heavy, dreamless sleep and waking numbness. I exist entirely in oversized sweatpants, watching the shadows shift across my bedroom ceiling while playing the last year of my life on a torturous loop.

It couldn’t be. The temperature changed. Almost as if the air conditioner itself knew the devil had returned and needed to make the room warmer. Her body went into alarm. The hairs on her skin rose. Her hands froze around the speaker. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to confirm it. But she had to. Slowly, Eliana looked toward the doorway. There he was. Standing in his perfect darkness. Like the dead had returned to life. Black upon black. Everything about him wrapped in shadows, like darkness itself had chosen a body. Cesare stood in the doorway.

Ernest said. "January or February," Don said. "The darkest month or the one after. I want to experience the dark properly, not at its edges." He looked at the book. "The book says that the people of northern Norway have a word for the quality of light in the winter dark. It translates roughly to 'the blue hour' but that is not accurate. The quality is specific to the winter, to the snow reflecting what little light there is, to the particular angle of the sun when it is below the horizon but not far below." He looked at Ernest. "I want to see that. Not read about it. See it."

"Give me everything, Iza. Give me the anger. Give me the heat." He moved her to the bed, the silk sheets a cool relief for only a second before the fire started again. The night became a blur of motion and sound—the rhythmic thud of the headboard against the wall, the sound of heavy breathing, and the whispers of things that were too dark to be said in the light of day. In the height of it, when the world felt like it was fracturing into a thousand pieces of white light, Dark gripped her hands, pinning them above her head. He looked down at her, his face a mask of raw, unfiltered obsession.

The airplane landed in Country Z and Aiden and his men alighted entering the car that awaited to take them to their destination. Apart from his identity as the CEO of Hendrix Global, Aiden was also the boss of a dangerous Italian mafia syndicate called Dark Night. The organization was known by all the underground networks, it was known that anyone who offended the syndicate would not live to tell the story. They were known for their crooked and torturous methods. In the underground world of crimes, Dark Night was at the top ranking.

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

There was something so sinister about nighttime, the inability to see properly, the hushed, stealthy sounds in the darkness, the noticeable creaking and groanings of floorboards and ceilings, and a thousand other sounds that could be interpreted in many different ways. The dark was something I had always hated. It tended to rob me of my carefully honed reflexes. I did not like to be taken unawares, the warrior in me would never want that. It was always better to be prepared for any eventuality. That was my motto. But in the dark, darker things and people lurked. That was one of the reasons why I slept with the lights on all the time, always at the edge of consciousness, always prepared to de

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

The dark night was going to be too dark for a certain someone. It was heart breaking, body wreaking and emotion shattering night. Several heart broke, many lost and it was the dark night that was ready to engulf every broken heart and let them cry on its chest, be that comforting shoulder that many of them needed.

I closed my eyes and curled my body into a ball. Maybe I can just drown myself in here. I let the darkness consume me, wishing it would be forever. I never want to wake up again only to find myself still in this place...