The Stifling Dark Novels & Stories

the Faceless Man motherfucking ph’nglui mglw’nafh wgah’nagl hastur! His shadows take us to him to His court near Lake Hyades under black stars shadows His shadows Something bothered him about those thoughts, but he didn’t know what. He sighed, leaned forward and typed “a Faceless Man took us.” He paused, fingertips hovering over the keys. Then he typed, “the Faceless Man takes the ones no one wants.” He sat back and stared at those words, shock running through him: takes the ones no one wants.

How in the world did I get here? As she wondered where she was, she began to search her surroundings with just her gaze and she saw that the windows were barricaded with metal so there was no life in the room, it also made the room windowless which encouraged the bundle of nerves to just kick in her stomach and devour her insides. The whole room was filled with darkness and she disliked it. The damp smell of the room was unbearable; it reeked of fresh blood which made her body suspend in apprehension. "Claire? Where the fùck are you? Stop playing with me and come out!"

Dante laughed and laughed like a maniac and only the darkness surrounded him. *** Deep within the hideout, the air hung heavy with malevolence. Claire, trapped in her restraints and confined within a dark cage, could sense the presence of evil all around her. She strained her senses, trying to make sense of her surroundings and find a way to escape. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the chamber. Cassandra, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and malice, emerged from the shadows. Her form seemed to meld with the darkness itself, making her an ominous figure in the dimly lit room.

The dwarf says. The dark below is a prison that is located under the sea where there is nothing but darkness and creatures that feed off of the nothingness and memories of men and women. This is the world that the Circle protects everyone else from and the same world where Troy finds himself in. Smells of rotting fish and dead meat surfaces along the fire prince’s nose. Things that are dead is piled upon the surface. Instead of a proper floor or greenery to stand upon he walks on the bodies of dead animals both that once belong on the land and sea. With each step he takes he can hear the floor’s bodies crush under the flesh of his feet. Then every time he lifts his foot to venture forward, t

It was overwhelming. It was as if his darkness was pouring into me and being filtered, seeping through my skin and filling every crevice of my being. It was heavy, like a weight pressing down on my chest, suffocating me with its dense presence. The coldness spread through my veins like an icy current, sending shivers down my spine. The darkness itself seemed to have a physical form, swirling around me in a menacing dance, taunting and threatening me with its unknown intentions. And underneath it all was a deep sense of malice, a malevolent force that filled the air with a visible sense of danger.

Why did I let the past claw its way back in? The darkness grows thicker, heavier like I’m sinking into some viscous, black goo that clings to my skin, chilling me to the bone. It’s seeping into me, cold and relentless, filling the empty spaces inside with its icy touch. I try to move, to break free, but my limbs feel weighted, sluggish. My chest tightens, and I realize I’m panicking, my breaths coming faster, shallower, but it’s like trying to breathe through a wet cloth, and I can’t get enough air. The darkness presses closer, its silence broken only by those elusive voices, which seem to grow louder, harsher, and taunting.

AVA Darkness. That's all I see. It's everywhere, swallowing the ground beneath me, pressing into my chest like a damn weight. My legs wobble as I stumble forward blindly. There's a sound. Not particularly a sound, I feel a weird presence. Wind howls through the cave, so violent and cold that I squint my eyes shut, instinctively wrapping my arms around myself. My skin stings. My lungs can't seem to pull in a full breath. It's like the air itself doesn't want me here.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

He tried closing his eyes but it did no comfort. “Sinners go to hell, but people like you will succumb into darkness. Forever.” Damien’s voice echoed the in darkness. He usually hated the demon’s voice but now it brought sudden comfort. “Liked the little tour?” Damien asked after he lets go of Chris. The human catches his breath. That place and feeling is very suffocating. The demon disappeared without notice while Chris ended up in the couch. His knees are trembling so hard. He doesn’t have any word for that place except fear.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE