I'm an aspiring videogame artist and wanting to use this app to learn how to write stories better and always open to some feedback! I enjoy dark fantasy and found family types of writing but I might attempt dark romance too
I'm an aspiring videogame artist and wanting to use this app to learn how to write stories better and always open to some feedback! I enjoy dark fantasy and found family types of writing but I might attempt dark romance too
"Darkness, get your ass in here and show the medic around!"
Her owner barked, such an obnoxious drunk, yet she reluctantly obeyed. 'Darkness' had many forms capable of shifting form from the very shadows that surrounded this manor and it's past. She entered the kitchen, her eyes downcast; playing the submissive role, it always hurt less if she behaved as he'd decrease the lashings. She then heard a soft, sweet voice of a woman, "Are you alright, dear? Those chains look painful-" "Don't bother, she's just a monster our family imprisoned centuries ago for burning a town. My ancestors were merciful and kept her as a family pet, passed on for each generations use," The medic winced at that description and gazed at the tall, shackled figure. 'Darkness' couldn't care less about the conversation, she was just staring at the medic's gentle beauty; her enticing purple eyes, flowing platinum hair tied in a bun adorished in pastel flowers and herbs. If this was 'Darkness' last sight she'd die happier. She showed the medic around, never uttering a word as she'd been trained. 'Darkness' brought the medic to the heir's room. The son lay in bed near death's door, he'd been exposed to the plague and wasn't able to leave bed. 'Darkness' looked at him coldly, this very weak and helpless teen had often blamed her on any misbehavior he caused so she'd bear his lashings. As the medic gently tended to the son 'Darkness' stood in the doorway simply watching. "Beautiful nurse, if I live would you do me the honor of being my bride?" 'Darkness' glared at the man, the shadows of his pillow seemed to wriggle eager to wrap their tendrils around his thin neck. Yet 'Darkness' resisted and watched the medic's uncomfortable posture. "Well, I'm flattered but my heart belongs to another," The man just looked up at her disappointed. Before he could speak he broke into a coughing fit, hacking up blood into the handkerchief. It was clear the heir was to die, yet his father refused to accept that he couldn't produce a healthy heir. The medic stayed for a few hours but as the light faded from the sky she had left the manor to return to her cabin. 'Darkness' watched her leave from the window. Everyone else was asleep. 'Darkness' had been planning her escape since the sight of the medic's soft smile and those adorable freckles scattered like stars spilling into the night sky. She'd once thought escape was hopeless; even if she escaped there would be others considering her a danger to society and would hunt her like common game. She has access to all bedrooms and poured gasoline in each one. All of them were used to the head-of-the-house's hobby of repairing old motorized carriages and the scent of gasoline. Not a one awoke and as the match was cast, 'Darkness' finally felt the relief of freedom. She'd jumped from that window in an old cloak. embers had tickled her ankles leaving minor burns. Yet she couldn't feel the burns, all she felt was hope. She'd wandered in the forest for days til she finally found the medic's cabin. She knocked on the door and the medic immediately welcomed her in, treated her wounds, then asked how she escaped. 'Darkness' sat quiet for a while then uttered one word, "Hope," Her voice was deeper and raspier than she'd remembered. "Okay, I'm Iris, your burns aren't too bad but you should stay here as you're deadly thin and need to replenish strength and energy," 'Darkness' nodded and hesitated before speaking the name she'd long forgotten, "I'm Ayla," After that night Ayla was never seen without Iris. Ayla was no longer a simple 'pet' she'd found hope and possibly love. Emotions were strange yet day by day with Iris made her learn them better.
Cain Hawkeye, a wanted man, sprawled on the flour-covered floor.
Was Nyx's eyes deceiving him?! The most wanted man in the slumps covered in flour from a failed attempt at cupcakes? Cain chuckles and sends a playful glare at two teens. 'Were those two apart of the gang too?' Nyx thought to himself. Then a sickeningly painful headache shook through Nyx's body. Memories flooded behind his eyes... That very wanted man had carried him out of the flames. Nyx remembered the screams, the roaring flames. The screams were from Cain... The man had tried to save as many children from there as possible but the two crow-like twins had held the man back knowing one more trip and the wanted man wouldn't come back. He remembered the tears streaming down Cain's face then he saw darkness flood his vision. With Iris's help Nyx limped over and suddenly hugged the criminal from behind. Cain flinched haven't expected a hug as most feared him but he slowly turned around and returned the hug lifting Nyx up, careful of Nyx's bandaged scars. Cain's eyes watered slightly; the thief had gotten used to children fearing him due to his intimidating appearance. Cain was covered in tattoos and scars, the most eye-catching tattoo was that of a snake which eyes seemed to gleam an amber color.
During the weeks of Nyx's recovery Cain and Iris stayed with him most.
Cain often shared stories behind his scars and tattoos. One night before bed when Nyx was asking for a bedtime story he asked Cain, "Can you tell me a story about your childhood?" Cain froze and memories flooded the escapee's mind like a violent assault. The beatings... His mother's screams as his father threw the broken bottle at her head. He remembered the blood spurting from her head as her body went limp under his father's kicks and punches... Before Cain could think he had taken the knife from the damaged, wooden kitchen drawers. He stabbed his father from behind. The blood seeped from the man's abdomen and he glared up at Cain with such hatred as his body hit the floor. A crimson sea of blood pooled on the floorboards... Cain's vision swam as he shook, frightened of what he'd done. He rushed upstairs to wake his sister and take her away from here. As he opened their shared room door he found her broken form on the floor... Blood everywhere, her skirts torn, bites marred her bruised skin. Before Cain could even move, the kingdom's lowest ranked guards had came by from noise complaints. Only to find 8 year old Cain covered in blood in front of the dead family. They hadn't hesitated to throw Cain in prison. They used a dagger and branded in his upper arm; "M.T.", Murderer, Thief... They branded every criminal with the letter of their crimes. He remembered the excruciating pain of the branding. Red, hot pain that jolted his childhood body. He couldn't sleep for nights after the branding and the prison medic assumed he'd die from it. It had taken months for Cain to heal from the scar yet it remained a permanent reminder of his deeds. He was held in a isolated cell and given little recess. All those lonely, cold nights spent alone... Cain snapped out of those thoughts as he felt a gentle nudge to his shoulder making him flinch. Nyx gently shook Cain's shoulder, "Mr. Cain? Are you alright...?" Cain looked up at the child's scared face and just nodded, "Yeah, just some nightmarish memories... Ask auntie Iris for a story tonight, kid. I promised the twins I'd help them with the next robbery," Cain gently tucked Nyx in before leaving the room. Cain went straight to his own tent and sat heavily in the desk chair, he opened a bottle of whiskey and just drank all night til the memories slowly receded.
Nyx, the abandoned orphan, the fire at his orphanage left few survivors.
Nyx bore burn marks; it was a miracle he survived. It was miracle that gang of outlaws were passing through this very town. For if they hadn't the child would've been in an early grave. Nyx was small for his age; malnourished, scrawny, downright pitiful. The gang's medic, Iris, whose name Nyx didn’t yet know had healed him to the best of her abilities. Iris had soft purple eyes that could entrance anyone, delicate platinum hair and soft pale skin. Nyx had awoken to near darkness. No matter how much he opened one eye he could only see darkness on that side; he was blind in his right eye... Then the memories flash back into his mind. The fire, the panic. A pain shot through his body. The bandaged wounds suddenly felt hot again. "Shhh, it's alright, sweetheart. Your body is still within shock, you'll be okay I swear," That soft voice had spoken the entire two weeks he'd been unconscious, he recognized it. The medic gave him a soft reassuring smile, gently holding the child's hand to sooth him. Nyx looked up with his left eye and it slowly focused on the gentle medic. He then saw a dark figure in the doorway; arms crossed, a stern glare. A warning; 'Don't harm her' . He trembled and hid behind the medic, now sat up in bed. "Darkness, don't spook the child," The medic spoke in a soft scold and stood, walking over to the figure in the doorway and gave her a soft kiss. 'Was 'Darkness' the scary woman's name?' Nyx thought to himself. Nyx looked over to the cracked mirror and saw the many bandages all over, the now milky white eye gazed back at him through the mirror. He took in his appearance his still functioning left eye was still the usual star gold. His black hair messy from the two weeks of unconsciousness, his dreads covering the now blind eye slightly. Nyx took in his usual dark, cool tone skin now marred with scars covering half his small form. Then they all heard a crash outside the medical tent...