The Stifling Dark Novels & Stories

That room is definitely cursed and I don't have the courage to open it. I opened the refrigerator and morning's frozen breakfast gawked back at me. I thought I would eat it for dinner but Catherina ordered us dinner as it was late due to rain. I grabbed a water bottle for the night and kept the lights on. I don't like darkness, I am scared of it. My heart thuds whenever I see the dark corner. It feels like he is staring at me. The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion.

It was so intoxicating that I nearly sucked them all. The taste is indescribable— it was sweet divine nectar beyond humans can ever comprehend; it's addictive and pleasurable and I'm craving more. I can hear the scream of the man slowly fading away; I can also feel the hissing of his body until he gradually gets heavier, saka ko lamang siya binitawan nang maramdaman kong napawi na ang uhaw na nararamdaman ko. I feel like I didn't drink much for years. I licked the sides of my lips as I gazed at the man—a dead man lying in front of me with his eyes wide open.

I could feel my flesh burning and I winced in pain. “Stop running. You’re only going to suffer more,” he said as he entered the broken door. I ignored what he said and continued climbing up the stairs. It only took me a couple of seconds before I reached the line of tables in the very middle. The entire library was not in total darkness because of the light slipping through the glass windows from the outside. I ran to the east wing and hid behind the tall shelves while catching up my breath. The werewolf’s footsteps echoed in the air.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

DEX I steady myself, drawing in a slow breath as the night settles around me. The darkness feels cold inside my chest, spreading through me like water seeking its way through cracks. I let it move freely, guiding it outward until I can feel the shadows stretching across the city. Somewhere in the distance, faint disturbances begin to flicker—small illusions meant to distract anyone watching. “It’s now or never,” Maxwell mutters beside me, his heightened senses scanning the air for hidden threats.

The dark corner was pitch black without a glimmer of light or moonlight. Zoey caught the faint smell of alcohol. Her palms against the man's chest felt solid to the touch. The fabric of the man's suit was of the highest quality because it was soft and comfortable. She was night-blind, so she couldn't see anything in the dark. Going by her gut and the familiar scent, she fell silent for a bit before whispering, "Laurence?" Like a stone thrown into the sea, her cries went unanswered. She was afraid of the dark. As time passed, the fear took her, and her lashes fluttered.

The silence in the stairwell was no longer just the absence of noise; it was a physical weight, a dense, suffocating atmosphere that tasted of old copper and ozone. Dante stood between Lily and the door, his shoulders hunched, his hands still braced against the steel as if he were holding the very sky from collapsing. The admission—I have to make sure you never reach the light—hung in the air like a lethal gas.

Forty two Dracul Dark There was no other way to describe it, Elena face had blurred in and out of existence and for a moment I felt myself taste the sweetness that was her. And then darkness, stifling crazy darkness, I lost track of how long I must have called out into it, to the nothingness, I knew I was here, just didn't know where, it seemed like forever in this little trap that seemed concocted to drive me nuts. "Weakkkk!!!" A cold voice hisses through the darkness, cold and slithery like a snake with the subtle underlay of malevolent intention

★𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆 Darkness was a thick, suffocating blanket, but within it, a searing green fire consumed me. It was the poison, a malevolent force burning through my veins, twisting my very essence. I heard muffled voices, felt the jarring rhythm of Ronan's desperate run, the wind whipping past my face. Each breath was a struggle, each beat of my heart a painful throb against the spreading cold.

Yet, in the next breath, the darkness crept up her legs like a relentless plague, swallowing her skin inch by inch, merging her essence with its inky depths. Celeste fought with every ounce of strength, striving to rid herself of the adhesive grip of the darkness. Like a repugnant, viscous toxin, it clung to her momentarily before cunningly resurfacing, as if driven by its own consciousness. Celeste's screams echoed through the abyss, but the more she cried out, the tighter the darkness sealed her mouth and nose, choking off her breath. She thrashed and flailed, her arms a blur of desperation, but all she felt was the darkness constricting around her limbs, piercing her skin with searing, fi