The Stifling Dark Novels & Stories

Richard It's very dark here; the only source of light is a faint glow coming from a small crack in the wall. The air feels heavy and suffocating as if it's been trapped for years. With the stink of blood coming from my nostrils, I cautiously navigated through the eerie darkness, my heart pounding as I wrapped my hands around my knees, holding them tight to my chest. As I strained my ears, the silence was broken only by distant, echoing whispers that sent shivers down my spine.

"Shadows of the deep, drink from my veins. Erebus, Lord of the Unseen, I tear the veil between us. Grant me the dark that consumes the light." A violent, invisible pressure slammed into my chest, knocking the breath from my lungs. The floor beneath me didn't just break; it vanished. When my eyes snapped open, the stone walls and the smell of sulfur were gone. I was standing in a graveyard of stars. It was a realm of infinite, suffocating black, where the ground felt like solidified smoke beneath my boots.

I beseeched for one last time, my voice breaking with unrestrained fear and loathing. The oppressive darkness wrapped around me felt suffocating, thickening with every malevolent word that spilled from the man's lips. Desperation gnawed at the edges of my sanity, clawing with relentless fervour. My curse screamed within me, a chaotic tempest echoing the man's vile incantations with a sinister rhythm of its own. The small space between us was filled with an unimaginable tension, and the darkness itself seemed to shudder with the anticipation of impending doom.

Alud turns to Brook-ta-man to taunt him with another taunt about suckers, when suddenly he, a vampire and several other dark ones are knocked down by a powerful telekinetic wave. Seth flies out of the house and awkwardly claps on the ground, such awkwardness is not at all typical for a dark one, especially such an ancient one. He lies in an awkward position on the grass, unable to move, his whole body trembles, horror is read in his eyes. Horror in the eyes of an ancient vampire, such a spectacle Brook-ta-man saw for the first time, and, perhaps, the rest of the clans of the night did not observe such a picture. Suddenly, a terrible noise was heard from all sides, the remaining dark ones ins

From that light emitted a shadow which slowly took the form of… Queen Mitra. "If, I'm glad to see you." "Mother ..., is this really mother?" “Yes, Andros, this is mother. Mother can finally be free from this sad fate." "Mother, why?" "Not,..." "Bad fate." Queen Mitra had already interrupted King Darkos' words before the vampire king finished his sentence. And it made King Darkos immediately see Queen Mitra who was still calm. "Let me Your Majesty. Just let me tell the story." The King of Darkos was silent and turned his gaze elsewhere. The Vampiire King looked a little uncomfortable.

defying his will was an insult he would not endure. He abandoned his games and his illusions. Fenrir threw back his head and let out a tectonic roar of pure shadow. He released his full, unfiltered dark aura. The gray sky of the seal realm turned pitch black, as if the stars had been snuffed out. Beneath our feet, the stone ground cracked open, oozing a thick shadow mist smelling of ancient decay. The very fabric of the dimension began to warp under the weight of his malice, the air turning heavy enough to crush a normal human’s lungs. He was no longer a man; he was the end of all things.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

It was as if the darkness forbade the full moon to spread its light and to reveal that which was covered, even protected, by the darkness. Godric stood spellbound on the stage that led to his childhood fears. Another swallow. His throat felt dry, as if the liquid hadn't moisturized his throat in ages. Moments passed, then he was startled, dropped the candle, which rolled down the stairs and came to a stop behind the arch of the cellar entrance. The flame had gone out and only the glow of the moon seemed to give Godric a little light.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

His lustrous dark hair had been gelled back but one errant strand had stubbornly stuck out over his grey eyes which were at the moment almost completely blackened by something I couldn't describe. I had seen him more times in a tux than anybody else but this time was different. His mere presence was affecting me. My throat had dried up and my fingers itched with the yearning to reach into his prefect hair and feel every single strand as I mussed it up. “No, no, no,” his gentle voice reached me in electrifying waves as he came to stand in front of me. “I'm the antisocial one in this twosome and I refuse to concede that title.”