When It Gets Dark Novels & Stories

The cool night air nipped at Ina's skin as she stepped out of the bar, the beat of the music still throbbing in her veins. The night had been intoxicating—a whirlwind of freedom, boldness, and indulgence. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she glanced at her watch. The glowing numbers read 4:17 AM. A mischievous smile curled her lips. She had pulled it close, but responsibility tugged her back like a leash she reluctantly acknowledged.

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.

Lucas asked from the doorway. “I’m not running off and doing anything. We’re planning the attack.” I said. “Well, we need to make sure that it’s not just before sunset.” Lucas said. “No. It’ll have to be earlier in the afternoon. We don’t want them to survive and hide in the shadows.” Aria said. I hadn’t said anything for a while and I was sitting at the counter staring at the counter top for ages before I felt Lucas rubbing my back. “What is it?” He asked.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

She does not remember getting the blanket. She lies very still under it for a moment. The room is darker , later than she realised. The house is quiet in that particular way it gets after nine, when the street outside settles and the central heating ticks and the world contracts to the edges of whatever room you are in. Outside, she can hear rain. She didn't know it was going to rain.

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

The sky had long since darkened, casting a shadowy veil over the city streets. Most establishments had already begun shutting their doors for the night, their lights dimming one by one, leaving the sidewalks colder and more deserted with each passing minute. A few stragglers rushed home, their footsteps hurried, eager to escape the growing stillness of the evening. Street lamps flickered to life along the roadside, their artificial glow casting pools of yellow light that offered little comfort. The world outside felt unfamiliar and unsettling, cloaked in uneasy silence broken only by distant traffic and hurried steps.

I can’t fight against this. “Lights off,” I murmured. The nightlight function on my clothes immediately switches off. The moment Kuroyuki realizes, she quickly turns off her nightlight function too. “…lights off.” With both of the only light sources cut off, we were enveloped by darkness, pitch black. It takes some time for the eyes to get used to the dark, so this moment of time where we can’t rely on our eyes is crucial. There are about around 10 minutes of darkness, but I will assume her eyes are just as good as mine. So I will cut this down to 4 minutes.

Dre got out of bed still in his underwear. Ethan sat in the sitting room, wearing running clothes and a white towel over his shoulder. “Where are we running to?” Dre asked, shocked. “It’s time for your morning run. Your schedule requires you to keep your feet moving,” Jax said, showing his tablet. “Are we wizards or something? This is 5 a.m.!” Dre exclaimed. “It’s not midnight—it’s 5 a.m. You’ll get used to it,” Jax said. The door opened, and another woman entered. Her eyes met Jax’s briefly before she looked away; they clearly had some tension.

“I want you to imagine tomorrow morning—just another day. You wake up, brush your teeth, put on that shirt your mom says is your color—” “Blue. Because it matches my eyes, I know.” He grinned, eyes still closed. “—and you go outside, and get in your car, or maybe you walk this time. It’s an ordinary day. You’re listening to music, the sun’s shining. But then, something changes. You look out the window, and the sky…” Autumn’s voice dropped, serious. “It starts to get dark. Not just cloudy, but really dark, thick. The air feels heavy, like the whole world is holding its breath. You see it spreading over the city, almost alive, swallowing up the morning. It’s not an eclipse, not a storm. It’s s