The Stifling Dark Novels & Stories

He taps my shoulder and heads off to the stables. ********** In the cool of the night I stare at the flames as they lick the air around ‘em. Stretching as far as they can and shrinking back in size, only to repeat the same meaningless attempt again and again. I guess the darkness can be that strong sometimes. No matter how hard you fight against it, it will always win. I look up at the stars, most of which are covered by the clouds, and let the music take me away while the celebrations go on around me.

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

I didn't want to see Rowan so this was my only option to escape him. But that was to an end when he showed up to the club, made his way to me and lifted it up to his shoulders. What the fuck? ‘’What the fuck, put me down , you asshole, everyone is watching.’’ ‘’That is what you get for being a bad girl’’ huh, why does he care? This man is leaving me confused. ‘’Put me down right fucking now’’, he didnt until i felt a sting in my buttcheek, did he…spank me?

The air within was thick with the stench of dark magic, a palpable sense of evil emanating from the depths of the stronghold. We exchanged another look, a silent acknowledgment of the danger that lay ahead. We took a deep breath and stepped into the corridor, the heavy door closing behind us with a resounding thud. The corridor stretched before us, seemingly endless. The only light came from flickering torches mounted on the walls, casting long, dancing shadows that played tricks on our eyes. The silence was unnerving, broken only by the soft padding of our paws on the stone floor. As we moved deeper into the stronghold, the air grew colder, the stench of dark magic more intense. We could fe

I feel helpless, trapped in a cycle I can't seem to break. The room grows darker as evening approaches, but I make no move to turn on a light. The encroaching darkness seems to mirror my sinking emotions, each shadow deepening the pit of despair I've fallen into. It's as if the darkness is a physical manifestation of the gloom that has taken residence in my mind, creeping into every corner of the room and my psyche alike.

The scent of sulfur and charred earth hung thick in the air, oppressive and suffocating, clinging to the throat like a curse. Around the brazier, five figures loomed, their faces obscured by dark, shifting hoods that seemed to devour the light. Their robes were tattered and black, dripping shadows like ink onto the cracked ground below. When they moved, the air trembled with a faint hum, as though the realm itself feared them.

" Darkness. It came down upon her with the same force as Lily like. Her wrists hurt, bound so tightly the rope burned into flesh. Coppery, rich, fleshy, and warm was the flavor of the blood on her lips—warm. The last she had been doing was pushing away hands that had clutched at her, the instant of blindness of what had struck her head before the world went dark. And there she was, now. Butchered an animal. Knees thudding onto cold marble floor, scorching up her legs. She struggled against the dizziness trying to overwhelm her, stumbling.

he hissed. My head whipped around. The alley filled with darkness like it was a liquid. "What the he-," I started. Anton grasped my arm and pulled. The familiar fear I felt earlier gripped my throat. I'd never seen the darkness actually move before. It was coming at me. The soft edges of it blurred out everything as it melted forward. The streetlight above us flickered and buzzed before it shorted out leaving us in complete darkness. "Shit," Anton spat. "Come on." He tugged at my arm.

| Brixton | Darkness. That's all that I see. I try to open my eyes but they feel heavy. So fucking heavy. Like they're cemented shut. Like someone doesn't want me to open them. Darkness. Trying to open them feels like trying to lift a school bus full of kids. It's nearly impossible. So I stopped trying, and I lay here, allowing the darkness to swallow me whole like it wanted, cocooning me in its tight grip like a mother does her newborn baby.

“Because I follow light. Because I prove darkness is necessary. Because I demonstrate that nothing is valuable.” “I am Void,” said the Fourth Dark. “Because I am emptiness. Because I am absent. Because I am what existence fears and what existence becomes.” “I am Silence,” said the Fifth Dark. “Because I am the absence of sound. Because I am what noise drowns. Because I am what peace truly is.” “I am Cold,” said the Sixth Dark. “Because I am the absence of warmth. Because I am what heat flees. Because I am what nothing truly feels like.”