The Stifling Dark Novels & Stories

a voice in her head tried to assert her consciousness. Rina knows who it is, Lydia is trying to kick in her consciousness and take the lead. The woman refuses to let her being controlled by an unknown woman who only causes her misery. Her consciousness faded as soon as the voice in the darkness of her heart suffocated her. Scaring her from doing anything, her toxic suggestion drowned her. * * *

In the initial announcements, the organizers only mentioned the 5 most basic prizes, the potential prizes were not mentioned, could this award be added right away? But now that doesn't matter anymore. Tinh Ngoc carefully read every word on the information board, until seeing her name appear there, Tinh Ngoc thought she was dreaming. Turns out her passion has been recognized and paid off? Her work is called "darkness", on the whole the work is covered with a dark color. However, in that endless darkness, in that dark vicious circle, there is still a ray of light that carries a powerful force, illuminating the whole space. Those dark shadows represent her uncertainty and uncertainty when she r

I was expecting my fragile body to crash onto something hard, or to pierce onto a cold sharp metal, but none of it came. Instead, I felt warm, ironclad arms wrapped around my body. "You are not allowed to die, Katherine," he whispered coldly. I slowly stared. A pair of fiery eyes greeted me. It was blazing in both light and darkness. A combination I never thought would be possible. "You're not allowed to die until I say so..."

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

He was irate yet it was not his assistant shortcoming so he couldn't let his dissatisfaction out on him. "Presently, Escape from my sight at this moment," he growled again very loudly this time. His voice makes Alex's body shudder coldly. Sweat was all around his face. He is shaking gravely on account of his apprehension about his master. His lord is the genuine fallen angel. Alex swallows hard in dread. What's more, he hurriedly left his office promptly and shut the entryway delicately. He would not like to drive his lord more crazy when he is presently on his extreme. Any other way, what will befall him just he knows.

But it didn’t work, my heart was hammering through my ribs and it was amplifying through my whole system. I didn’t know what was happening. There was nothing that happened! But as soon as I walked out of the restaurant, I felt like I was being stalled. It was terrifying. The most frightening part was that I couldn’t see anything. I know I didn’t look but there was a strong feeling that I was being watched by someone… something… that was really unnatural. Slowly, I tried to move further away from the restroom. My knees wobbled as I started to get dizzy.

"And you won’t be able to resist." I summoned all my strength to fight back, to shove him away, but my limbs felt as if they were encased in concrete, heavy and unyielding. The oppressive darkness began to close in around me, a suffocating blanket that dragged me down into its depths, rendering me powerless.

The suffocating darkness of the lair wraps around Amelia like a heavy shroud, the damp chill lapping at her skin. The air is thick with a sulfuric tang, each breath feeling constricted as she blinks against the haze. Above her, the walls pulse with an eerie blue light from ancient lunar glyphs, their glow casting grotesque shadows that dance mockingly across the stone surface. The moment feels surreal—a blend of nightmare and reality—as she struggles against the binding tendrils coiling tightly around her wrists.

I groan as she shoves me away, swallowing her insults along with the throbbing agony in my scalp. My grip tightens on my uncomfortable dress, my breath coming in harsh pumps as the steel doors begin to roll shut – until the light vanishes completely, a thick, suffocating darkness even wolf eyes can’t pierce looms with a terrifying cold – and every noise is swallowed, welcoming the despair that claws its way into my mind. The stone walls are slick with dampness, the silence broken only by the occasional skittering of unseen things and the frantic, echoing thumping of my heart. Each breath I take feels heavy, weighted by the crushing darkness that presses in on all sides. It’s more than just a