The Old Dark House Novel Novels & Stories

Not even the wind pretending to be impartial. The air was cold—too cold. It was a big house, and the central heating didn’t reach remote wings like mine. But it felt different this time. It was the kind of evening chill that gets under your robe and under your ribs and whispers: they were here, in your room. I flicked the switch. The bulbs blinked twice like they were deciding whether to cooperate, then spilled soft light across the bed. That’s when I saw it. It was old, once probably white. Perfect. Small enough to vanish in a thief’s pocket but sharp enough to crown a corpse.

They breathed. Then— Everything went black. Darkness swallowed me whole. Not the kind that comes with sleep. This one burned. I wasn’t falling, I was being pulled. Torn out of the present and thrown into something older. I landed hard on a wooden floor. It took me a second to realize where I was. The lakeside house. My old bedroom. But it was wrong. The walls were cracked. Windows broken. The wind howled outside like it was mourning something. I turned—

"You're the first human vampire to be with a full blooded one in a long time Ava.There's a possibility she's a dark witch,there's another possibility she's not.Dark and white witches normally have the same signs when born but as they grow,you can easily tell black from white" "Yes. Aleister is right.We should watch her closely as she grow and look for signs. Wait Aiden? There is this book mom used to read to us whenever we offended her. What's it called?" "The legend of the witches" Aiden replied. "Yes. That's it, so we'll find the book and learn everything about this pretty little child. We'll also see if we can change a dark witch or something. It'll probably be in the study room," "Shes m

I enjoyed the woods because it was like an adventure to me. But the old house itself was in a deplorable state, which could collapse at any time if not properly reconstructed. I wondered if the house was built in the 19th century during the American war with cracks all over it. “This is where I live, Sir,” she said looking happy, but feeling bad for taking me to such place. “ Call me John paul ” I corrected, “But this place is really far from the church,” I said with great concern, “How do you walk all the time without taking an uber or something?”

My home was the closest to the ocean, the farthest point away from the temple,all wisely planned by my grandpa so I would have a hard time lurking around during sessions that plan is not working out well. I reached in and carefully pulled out an old book, a very very old book. The pages were turning a musky brown colour and the ink came off if pressed on. The book cover was dirty and faded but I could still make out the words Dark Arts. The book was originally general knowledge of dark arts, spells, potions and a whole lot but the one I held had been reviewed with hand written guidelines, understanding of spells and how to use the spells to create new ones.

I tried to crawl to the door, I heard some maids screaming around the house, it is like the mansion is on fire. "Young master as started is crappy craziness again, I wonder who he's gonna be his next victim again, Yvonne was the first person he killed, you know we find her body on the floor and blood was all over her body,” the maids muttered as I put my ear beside the door to listen to their conversation.

Her life had lost colour completely and her days as a child were over. The front door was an old heavy wooden door that creaked when it was opened. The strong scent of mothballs and dust filled the house. There was a lounge to the left with chairs covered in faded red velvet in front of a fireplace. The walls were covered from top to bottom with books. To the right, she smelled pork chops, potatoes, beef stroganoff, lamb chops, and steak. She remembered the kitchen was behind the dining room area. Her Grandmother appeared from the kitchen with a sympathetic smile and showed her upstairs where there were two bedrooms and one bathroom. The bedrooms were full of antique furniture. The room wher

Looking at their surrounding, there was a fire furnace burning profusely as if something was added to it, as they kept incarnating the spell book on the ground in front of the furnace lifted itself from the ground and gradually started turning pages on it own and soon a particular page tore out from the book and fell inside the furnace of fire, immediately the piece of book burnt down the fire quenched and the two women opened their eyes. The person she recognized to be the owner of her body bent over to the furnace and picked up a substance that appeared inside the furnace. She smiled and said "The greatest dark stone." Then the portal closed… Yvonne turned around when she heard someone's f

It was too quiet, eerily quiet. Dolores decided to walk forward, after wandering for a while, she finally saw...a book. As soon as Dolores got close to the unusual book in the middle of the white room, she was sucked in. As if watching a document, Dolores felt her eyes going through a novel called, "Saving my moonlight in the haunted mansion". Sadie Laurent was going through her late grandfather's stuff when she found an old key. Sadie being a curious cat spirit, kept pestering her parents to know where this place was, but her parents kept avoiding answering. At last, Sadie pestered the old granny of her house.

I say to my interlocutor as soon as I hear that they answer. “how did he die?...” he asks back “I killed him…” I say simply as I walk towards the stairs that will take me upstairs to my room "Dark, you're not supposed to eliminate any of the old ones…" I interrupt him before he can continue speaking. “I gave him an order and he didn't follow it... come clean and please talk to Novikov...” I say without further ado