The Heart Of Darkness Novels & Stories

I threw on my leather jacket and a pair of boots. "Who's first?" Natalia stepped forward. "Alright." I took her hand. She nodded and we disappeared. The cold nothingness surrounded me. We popped back into existence. Hell was hot and humid. I could feel the damp air pressing against my skin. We stood before a black spire of dark obsidian. Veins of glowing gold fire laced the surface of the polished black stone. Natalia dropped my hand and led the way. The sharp spike drew tall into the dusky sky. As we drew deeper into the city, the spires grew taller.

I have only been the head of Darkness for 8 years and I must say that although it was hard for me to get here, I won it on my own merit and my men, those who are in the mansion at least are loyal to me, to the point of offering their lives for me , which I have never asked them to do but they simply feel they have to do it. We are the best on the whole fucking planet at what we do, we are the masters of the mafias, of the terrorist organizations, we are way above all of them, we have ears everywhere, we have people everywhere, but the best are in that mansion, they will not find anyone better than Max for long-distance missions, they will not be able to get information from someone quickly a

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

Something that could tip the balance of everything. At the edge of the forest, the trees began to thin, the landscape opening up to a narrow valley that seemed to swallow the light. The ground here was barren, cracked, and jagged, as though the very life had been drained from it. A sense of foreboding crept over Olivia, as though she had stepped into a place untouched by time, where shadows held dominion. “This is it,” Caroline said, her voice low and tense. “The Heart of Darkness.”

My vivacious sister, who always had a smile for everyone, my only family, died because a group of monsters had gone too far when "having fun" with her. The only light in my life had been heartlessly extinguished. And so, I'd transformed myself and gotten a job at the Somner residence as a lowly maid. … Gerald's hands roamed over my body after we were done. I could vaguely sense that he was satisfied with the pleasures I'd brought him.

We stopped at a giant door. Alissa knocked and the guard opened the door for us. I walked in to the hall with my hands in front. The dinning hall was the biggest I have ever since. There were no lights on. It seemed the people here preferred darkness to light. No wonder, they were all had sad faces. “join us, princess” The Emperor’s voice came. The dinning table was located at the right side of the hall. I took few steps and bow.

They were branded the scum of the earth. The third time was the final straw. Samuel skipped town while out on bail. By then, I felt my soul fading away. My mother got better, thanks to good medical care, and she was ready to start over. My own troubles seemed to dissolve, and I was ready to move on from that world. However, somehow, I found myself drawn to the place Samuel had run to. It was my own grave. My mother had picked a serene spot for my final rest, and Samuel, after an exhaustive search, had found it.

Her heart could rob a man of desire, as it could instill it quickly in him. She didn't like him, but she was willing to risk it. The sofa was drenched in the blood of more than one person. The bodies lying around had their eyes gouged out, their souls ripped from them even before she tore them into irredeemable shreds. No hearts here. No souls here. No redemption here. Only death stays here.

For for the meantime, we would just have to do whatever it takes to make that possible in the long run. And trust me when I say that I was really hoping that was going to be sooner than later. Damon’s POV Dawn came too soon. We left the main group under and moved deeper into the mines. The air grew colder and heavier the further we went. The bond between Sophie and me felt like a lifeline in the darkness. “Stay close,” I whispered to her as we approached the deepest chamber. She squeezed my hand in response. The chamber was big, the walls covered in old, corrupted runes. In the center, a black seed the size of a man was filled with dark energy. And that was The Devourer’s heart.

--- **The Heart's Deception** The forest resists. Branches twist into snares. Lightning animates glass wolves, their howls ringing like shattered windows. Tyrax's gift-the current in my blood-lets me shatter them, but each burst drains me, leaving charred nerves and phantom storms. Eden fights differently now, his void scars leaching darkness into the soil, sprouting obsidian brambles that strangle the forest's wrath. We find the heart at dusk. A stormcloud trapped in a glass orb, suspended atop a plinth of fused lightning. It seethes, its core a swirling eye of green-black fury. The First Storm, the Weaver's first failure.