The Stifling Dark Novels & Stories

But I know it is indeed incredibly difficult to find someone whom you would be inclined to bare your soul. The darkness is engulfing me from every slope, leaving me frightened in my place. Being unable to scream for help, tears started streaming down my face as the malevolent silhouette reached for me, attempting to mumble something in my ears. "I am at a loss as to how to finally put an end to this. Please help me," I prayed silently "Maybe just try to cover your ears and keep your eyes closed," I theorized. As the darkness creeps in and begins to exert pressure within every grasp, the deafness is beginning to break my ears. I just could not breathe because I was immobilized all over. My mi

The countdown had begun. The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of blood orange and bruised purple, casting long, ominous shadows across the battlefield. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that would soon saturate the air. The Shadow Stalkers, a formidable force cloaked in darkness and malice, emerged from the depths of the whispering woods, their numbers seemingly endless, a tide of black fur and burning eyes. Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest.

[The Whisper in the Dark] The darkness was not merely an absence of light; it was a physical weight, pressing against Ivy’s eyes and filling her throat with the taste of ancient dust and sea salt. The heavy grinding of the stone wall sealing shut had echoed like the closing of a tomb, severing the last thread connecting her to the world above. Now, there was only the damp cold of the cellar, the rhythmic crashing of the Atlantic against the cliffs outside, and the ragged, wet breathing of the woman who wanted to kill her.

This darkness is kind of cruel in itself, and would never let anyone belong to it to break free from its shadow! “I barely stop the darkness, but it's not enough,” he continued as the fireflies been weakened, and their light is one of a dim. The absence of the darkness that is spread away made them somewhat barely survive. Their light haven't that bursting and blinding than ever, and is now flickering to distinguish. The man in black suit slowly turn away, and as he fully turn his back from the dim place, he said with undying authority, “My army, my Negin, this is the time you have waiting for!”

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

He continued to fuck me until my body gave out under the weight of too many orgasms, too much pain, too much pleasure, everything spilling over until I couldn't hold any of it. His voice was far away. “That's it. Let go.” I let go. The darkness swallowed me. His voice faded, and I fell into the silence, feeling like I just fought with Iron Man.

Bjorn needed to adjust his stance. His knees, straining from kneeling for so long, screamed in agony. He gasped, as much in pain as in pleasure. He clasped her hands, fingers interlocking, and pushed them stretching beyond her head as he fell forward. She arched her back, breasts jiggling as they reached for the stars, pressing warmly against his chest. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, locking him in a prison of 19-year-old flesh.

I swallowed hard and do as stated; a bit shy that Kuya David caught me staring at Triton… “I still couldn’t get used in the world of these normal people; it is way different from our world. The way of living is different, unlike from the countrymen of Hanyang.” Minseo kept his gaze on the sky. In their world, the sky looks so mesmerizing but in this realm, their sky looks awful. At night time, there are no visible stars that could be seen, but in Hanyang, the stars are skinning so bright up the sky. He wonders what they could have been doing there. Was there any celebration now that the headache of the palace is gone? How’s Jun, the Queen, and his play dolls there?

“It was—I was hungry—yes, that’s why I—you know… collapsed.” Unsmiling, Dark flattened the sleeve he made out of his shadow. It was impressive how flexible it was. It extended all the way to his slender body but was still capable of creating a cape, hovering at his back like some kind of waves in the ocean. “Death is what await liars, Zephaniah. You know better than to believe that a simple, ineffective phrase-weaving will be sufficient to satisfy me.” Sighing, Z stared at the pillow on her lap. “Yes, I know.”