Darkart Stories

vents. severe tws. don't read if easily triggered Most of these will seem like a cry for help. I assure you, then are not. I just have to get these feelings out somehow before I actually explode.

Literally just some art I've done, either by hand or digital.

Just gonna leave these here... DO NOT STEAL MY ART!!! Thx

Digital art That I have made this year on ibispaintx

When 22-year-old Kikelomo Olayiwola gets selected for an exclusive, all-expenses-paid art residency at the prestigious Olowo Art Pavilion in Ibadan, she believes her big break has finally come. The gallery is legendary, the artists are elite, and the curators? Cold, eccentric, and obsessed with control. But once inside, she realizes this isn't just a space for creativity. It's a house of secrets, whispers, and rituals. Artists start disappearing. Paintings bleed. Doors lock without reason. And somehow, her art seems to know things she hasn't yet told anyone. As her sense of reality unravels, Kikelomo must decide: is this all in her head, or is the gallery alive-and hungry? Because in Olowo Pavilion, you don't just create art. You become it.

kim Ma-Ri is a simple girl who shifts to a new place , but is totally unaware of the secrets it hold , not knowing her ownself , and her past , holding back all the dark and twisted secrets secrets that involve blood, love and lust "you taste different and known to me , who are you ?" ⚠️ there might be some sensitive content, if you are uncomfortable please do not read ⚠️ Cover by @soosvr on wattpad

In a world shrouded in mystery and foreboding, an envoy embarks on a perilous journey. His footsteps resonate, initially confident but soon tainted by hesitation. He stands before a throne concealing ancient secrets, a place of eerie grandeur. A voice from the throne challenges his purpose, and fear engulfs him. The envoy confronts a colossal figure, unaware of the profound power it possesses. As the envoy's lineage faces extinction, he realizes the enormity of his encounter. Secrets, once thought hidden forever, unravel in the presence of this enigmatic being. A realm untouched by time, where civilizations have crumbled, and their stories faded. A guardian of humanity's hidden truths, he walks towards the beckoning light, a solitary figure in a world of forgotten mysteries.

This story resonates around a witch, living in the dark woods embracing the silence in the forest. But her fate changes when she is invited to the biggest party of the country, organized by none other than a witch hunter family. What happens when she falls for the only son of the family, ALEZANDRO CASTRO, the best witch hunter of the country???

my collection of poems. these are my thoughts expressed in a passive & poetic sense. not some regular stuff, emotionally influential. from my heart to yours.

What happens when the son of the man who burned down the showbiz pizza place 20 years ago Sneak's into with his friends to see if everyone is telling the truth about his father-Tony, but when he goes inside what he sees is something you will never forget.

It's a new Dark Age for the dead. When the Second Inquisition's vampire hunters hacked phone lines and computer networks to expose and destroy vampires all over the world, the elders turned to undead couriers like you. For ten years, you've raced across the desert between cities, delivering vital information and supplies. But when an old friend reappears with a plan to disrupt the blood trade across the American Southwest, everything you've built starts crashing down. Outrun the Competition. Drive, hide, or fight back! Unleash the powers of your blood in ancient Disciplines to change form, vanish from sight, or dominate the minds of your enemies. Employ blood magic, inhuman strength, and the creatures of the night to escape destruction-or just run your enemies off the road and keep driving.

Beware of the shittery, is this shit even art? Yeah I'mma just put my shit drawings on here because it couldn't possibly be any worse. Feel free to say how truly horrible it is. My mental health is rapidly declining (again) so I'm drawing again.

( ART SCRAP / E TAMA )

This story describes A lot Perhaps There will be Few pages Of your life I'm not a perfect writer I just write to feel better From all the things I suffer

Aaron Petali is the father of the late Barney Petali and were also Flower Humans. They were special for their ancestors helping the ancestors of the Season Elves bringing back peace and balance to Planet Vothars with some other creatures on their side. Aaron was then chosen by the Keeper of The Garden Of Wonders to go on a massive journey to find out who killed his father, which was a Dark Lord after hearing news that he has returned to bring his Dark Art to Theoi Blela for another time! What will await Aaron in his new journey while living the sweet Votharian life?

hi guys its my first short horror story i wish that u like it