Darkness Art Novels & Stories

We knew that this was a crucial moment—a chance to uncover the true extent of the enemy's plans and put an end to their reign of darkness. But before we could make our move, a low, chilling laughter filled the chamber. The figure that emerged from the shadows sent shivers down our spines. It was none other than the mastermind behind the encroaching darkness—the one who had orchestrated our suffering all along. With a voice dripping with malice, the figure revealed their true intentions. They had not only sought to eradicate our kind but to harness the power of the artifact for their own nefarious purposes. The artifact, it seemed, held the key to unleashing a darkness that could consume the

She pulled. She channeled the entirety of her artificial consciousness”the cold, digital clarity she had stolen from the nursery”into the glass. The mirror groaned, the silver backing cracking into a spiderweb of obsidian lines. The reflection screamed, a sound of high-pitched, metallic despair, as the darkness within the glass began to pour into her, rather than dragging her out. The Council chamber shuddered. The walls began to weep ink, and the candles”thousands of them, burning with a flickering, sickly green flame”snuffed out simultaneously, leaving the room in a pitch-black, suffocating void.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

Today she had an aura of demon, the perfect deadly demon. "The darkness you are talking about was more darkened by me. I never had a way out from it because it pulled me like a magnet, always." She was motionless, emotionless. His rough finger fell on her soft lips, but this time they didn't feel soft. They were dry and hard like the nature of winter. With the touch of his finger, she felt something that she never could describe. The environment became heated between then. He pulled her over him and took her lips in a deep kiss. They were not playing fair like other time. Both of them turned into devil. They started to drown in the darkness. Their kisses were heated and rough. They bit their

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

With all that restrictions, she gladly continues taunting him in return as she informs Daniela. “But it wasn’t enough. To the needed sacrifice, first born God’s desire and the very consequence of His torn shelf into the pure light and darkness. I eat away the darkness of the beloved daughter of the heavens, as I am now in this perfect form in front of you. Complete, yet alone. I realize one thing.” Snapping her finger as the image of the seven books and worlds manifest right in front of them. She continues. “If the light could not live without darkness. Then, what will become the dark if light didn’t exist anymore?”

Sunny is doing her usual routine, her face is serious as she skillfully strokes paint on the canvas. Linus felt his chest tightening. He wanted to call her, to embrace her, but he knew it was impossible. What he is seeing are only fragments of the past he cannot go back no matter how he wished to. The woman continued painting even though her hands are already shivering. Tears started streaming on her face until she fully breaks down. The paint brush eventually fell from her hands. She covered her face as she cries. “Sorry. I’m so sorry Linus, my moon…” He felt warm tears trickling down his cheeks. Sunny used to call Linus his moon. She said that the angel became her light when her life turne

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.

Darkness, his cover, he drinks its sin, malevolence and gain power from the shadows. – Bloodsongs. --- (Art) Art was angry that she didn’t wake him up the night before to say anything right now. He feared, what would have happened if Ahriman decided to push farther. The bastard was in her head, and that made him angry, restless, wired. He looked at her, oh how she sat, like there was nothing wrong with their life, their damn life, like everything was fine and dandy.

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*