Usn Ideas Dark Novels & Stories

“The world as we know it is gone. The tide came from death itself and swallowed our land. Through the power of our mana and our inventions, we have lifted the last remnants of our countries in the darkening skies and within the blackened realm of the heavens, we shall survive. Rather if you have aligned with the creatures that have forsaken our lands, split apart from our hovelled society, or turn to the life of piracy, it is my hope that we as man, orc, elf, and all the god creatures survive the dark torrent. Now go home. Spend time with your loved ones. Tell them that everything is going to be okay, we will survive the oncoming darkness and bask within their shadow and thrive.”

A tremor I couldn't stop. I couldn't stay here. I drove straight to the club, the neon lights a blur. The girl behind the bar she asked. "The usual, Kiran? Or something stronger?" "Stronger," I rasped, watching my hand vibrate against my back. As the drugs hit my bloodstream, the world finally started to slow down. I don't take this because I like it. I take it because I can't breathe without it. It’s my only way of escaping a reality where my parents are dead and my so called family is trying to eat me alive.

Only then did he free his hand to send a single, final text message to his operative. Looking down at her soft, resting face, a rare, genuine smile broke across Arthur's lips. His dark eyes softened with an immense, hidden depth of love. If the elite society of City A knew the truth, they would brand him a psycho for harboring such dark, possessive intentions toward a young girl all those years ago. But to Arthur, she wasn't just an obsession. She was his savior.

To the woman sitting at Table Four, I was the ghost who held her in the dark when the lights were out. She smiled at the man across from her. That man was Kenneth Wane—no relation to her uncle’s side, but a billionaire venture capitalist from the Swiss faction. He was the golden key to her company's technology funding. He was laughing at something she had just said, his hands gesturing smoothly over a plate of truffle tartlets. "Oh I feel so bad for him," Louis’s voice crackled softly through my hidden earpiece. "Kenneth’s internal servers just cleared the initial deposit into our offshore holding account. Five more minutes of this, Mathew, and the project is fully funded."