Novels by Dark Misha

60. RachaelThe fact that he was grinning made me nervous like he had planned something bad. I looked at the empty road and clutched my seatbelt. "Why...why did you stop?" My tone fell. Nathan's eyes lingered for a while before he focused on the road. The car accelerated, indicating the journey had resumed. He remained silent for a long time as none of it had happened. "For dramatic effect." He smiled at the road. "Dramatic effect? What are you...okay." I opted to remain silent. Surely Nathan wouldn't try anything stupid, right? "You know, I deliberately stopped the car to make you anxious. Your facial expressions are quite amusing," he teased me. "Knock it off. It's not funny, I don't like you.""I know, and I care less about that. The real reason I picked you up is—" he strained his neck forward as if he were trying to look further into the distance. "Well, not that it matters. You won't believe me.""You can keep it to yourself." I looked away. "I just want to go to my room q

59. Rachael. I walked out of the lift and turned to the corridor, where my escorts were supposed to be but a suited man got up from the bench and approached me. "My lady, good evening," he said, his voice smooth and courteous as he bowed his head in a gesture of respect. However, the gesture seemed almost irrelevant, given his shockingly short stature, which made the bow more endearing than intimidating. "No need to fear, everything is under control," he assured me, his words intended to put me at ease. Yet, his opening words only served to heighten my anxiety, and I felt a surge of nervousness wash over me."Where are the escorts? Who are you?" I asked, taking a step back, my voice firm but laced with a hint of wariness. He raised his brows, a look of mild surprise crossing his face. "Ah, my apologies," he said, his tone dripping with politeness. "I'm Raymond, I work for Master Nathan as his aide," he introduced himself, his words revealing a posh flair that hinted at a refined up

58. Rachael. Lyanna brought out weird herbs from her "Chest of Doom", a name I had penned for a large wooden chest-like box on the table. She set a table and started arranging her herbs like it was some sort of treasure. "I was hoping you would come sooner. I have a lot to show you and I'm always alone." She grinned widely. "Seeing a fresh face here is always exciting to me. The rest ran away." She rolled up the sleeves of her large robe, revealing a dark set of tattoos on her forearms. "What do you mean....ran away?" I did a quick scan of the room for odd-looking weapons. "It was too boring, and the others nodded in agreement, echoing the sentiment with varying degrees of conviction. And the others said it was hard work," she continued, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as if she found their complaints endearing. "But I still love it," she said, her voice filled with a quiet passion that seemed to emanate from deep within her. She lit up candles, the soft flicker of

57. Rachael. With Ethan basically ghosting me for several days now and Sarah's sudden summon from the Alpha, I decided to see the prophetess Lyanna. Mr. Chekov, Ethan's right hand man had been checking on me for a while now, even though it didn't seem like that. He was always passing near my room, always checking over his shoulder. That morning, he was deeply engrossed in a hushed discussion with a guard, his voice low and serious, and he was dressed in his full uniform, the insignia gleaming in the morning light. He noticed me bringing my head out into the corridor, and his eyes snapped towards me, his gaze piercing and calculated. "Mr. Chekov," I called out politely, my voice carrying across the hallway, as I saw him standing there. He immediately stopped discussing with the guards, signalling that he would talk to them later, and the guards nodded before leaving us alone. He moved towards me, his strides long and purposeful. "My lady, I hope all is well?" he asked, his voice co

56. Ethan. I parked the car further from its initial position, behind the bushes. An alarming number of guards were on patrol as if an incident had happened. If something happened, Chekov would have called by now. I was sure of it. Not like it was much of a problem, but it was already dark. I had the advantage here. I used my training to sneak past the guards, using the bushes around the path as a cover. I was still a long way off from the castle, but it wasn't still a problem. I channeled power into my limbs, satisfaction hitting when my muscles tightened from the sudden energy influx in them. I ran along the cover of the trees along the paved path to get to my entry point, where I had exited from the secret passage way in 15 seconds flat. I carefully opened the camouflaged hatch to the passageway, the creaky hinges echoing softly in the stillness. I winced, holding my breath, as I scanned the surrounding area for any sign of detection. Satisfied that I hadn't attracted unwanted

55. Ethan. I was a little lost in the city. I sat in the park, eating chips in public like every tough-looking guy like me would. The park was emptying every passing hour because it had gotten darker. Aside from that, there seemed to be a form of tension in the air. I could see it on people's faces as they hurried home. That faint sign of worry on the face, the creasing of the lips. The slight gritting of the jaws and the furrowing of the brows. Everyone knew something was up. In the little silence that followed, I started thinking about a lot of things. I thought of the attacks, the altercation with the man from before and I thought of Rachael. She mentioned once that humans faced discrimination from werewolves, but I didn't know it was like that. It made me pity the humans working in this part of the city since the area was pretty dominated by werewolves. I would have to do something about that sometime in the future. I glanced at my watch and nodded. A lot of people would be h

14. Damon. I received quite an interesting text from General Darius, the chief of war, that morning. He wanted to meet me at a location just on the buffer zone between my territory, the northern gate and the southern gate, which was my weak brother's territory. Knowing Darius well, he had a good reason for not meeting in the mansion. It was something urgent and I sensed it had to do with the recent attack. Just when I had succeeded in restoring order on my side, my incompetent brother had to let rogues into the land. I grabbed my sword and wore it a my belt. It had been quite a while since I used it. The last time I drew it was when I was quelling rebellion in the North and cutting down the criminals. I stepped out, and Carl followed close behind me. He handed me my black coat made of wolf fur. I liked to think of it as my official dress. "General Darius had arrived at the location, my lord. I have men watching from a distance." Carl's voice was low. I glanced over my shoulder

13. Emma. I walked out without looking back, the large door looking behind me. Even as I felt every gaze the guards threw my way, I never turned back. I clutched the wet towel tight in my hand, as I turned around the corridor. Any moment now, my thumping heart might explode. My knees trembled, my face felt hot. What happened inside there? It was clear as day—it was dark out here. Or, it was clear as the lights under the chandelier. I held my waist, just where he placed his hands. My body throbbed as I remembered it. Lord Mason had made a move on me.I got to the staircase and stood against the wall, slowly sliding down as I struggled to catch my breath. I clutched my chest, gasping out loud. "Unbelievable," I muttered to myself. I had seen it many times—technically, read it many times in a romance novel, but this was my first time experiencing that. What was that term? Caught in the spur of the moment? Yes, that's definitely what I could call it. But why did he stop? I was so e

12. Mason. Here I sat, on a chair bare-chested while Emma cleaned my upper body with a wet towel. She was standing directly in front of me, the faint scent of sweat mixed with her sweet body fragrance was hard to miss. "It must have been very bad, my lord. You came back with bruises, even for you." I noticed she wore black high-stockings or some form of leggings, an addition that wasn't present in the morning. It went high until it disappeared under her uniform. Her thoughtful expression, and her slightly frowning brows when she wiped my forehead.....was she always this cute? I clenched my fists. I was getting weirdly turned on by the sight. I had to focus. "Ah—" I groaned. She touched a spot on my head that felt somewhat raw, like touching an overly matured pimple. "You got dirt in your wound, my lord. It closed up and now there are some stones stuck inside," she said under her breath as she cleaned. "Don't worry about that. My body will absorb the particles and break it do

11. Mason. I got down from the armoured vehicle and stormed straight to the mansion. We ditched the van, since it wasn't a safe option after the terrorist attack. My jacket, I discarded a long time ago leaving me only with a dusty turtleneck sweater. My annoying twin brother was waiting at the entrance of the mansion. Carl was also there. Good, he will have to hold his boy back because I would not hesitate to strike his Alpha down if it came to blows with him. Even if he was my twin brother. "Well, well, well. If it isn't our favourite compassionate Alpha," Damon mocked me. I stormed past him and continued in the corridor. I had no time for him, the situation room was much more important. "What's that? Cat got your tongue?" Damon followed close behind. He didn't mind that he was following me into my side of the mansion. I turned back and pointed at him. "Don't you dare, mock me. I'm in a foul mood as it is!" My voice, low and steady, carried a silent threat. I hissed and turne

10. Mason. Damien eased the black van into a tight parking space as I peered outside. It was my fourth time outside, undercover as a normal civilian. I did that from time to time, so I could relate to the issue my people were facing. Damien popped the handbrake, activating the parking brake and stared at me. "I repeat for the hundredth time, I don't think this is a good idea, my Lord." I arranged my hood and stared at him, a hint of amusement playing in my eyes. "You are always complaining, Damien. A few years with me and I haven't influenced you enough?" I pulled open the door and stepped outside. The scent of fresh bread wafted past my nose, from a nearby bakery. "My lord, your mask!" Damien gasped and scrambled out the other side. I stared around, and aside from the civilians walking around without a care for the world, I could see my protective detail watching me a hundred meters away. I rolled my eyes and shook my head; they could have been less obvious about it. "My lord,

9. Emma. "Holy shit!" Amelia closed the door behind me. We were in some sort of storage closet. "I heard the rumours, I didn't know—was it you, the girl that Lord Damon sent out a few days ago? The girl whom Lord Damien had to fight his brother for?" "Actually, that was yesterday but yeah," I admitted. My arm still throbbed where he touched me. Amelia ran her fingers through her hair. "That's crazy." She paced back and forth. "I thought he was going to kill me there and then," I sighed. I sat on a tiny stool, as my heart slowed down. "Tell me about it. I was expecting blood any minute," Amelia admitted. "What?" I was surprised. "Wait—wait, he was really going to kill me?" Amelia sounded pretty convinced he would kill me. "I thought he was probably going to hit me or something, not literally KILL me," I stressed on the word kill. Amelia frowned and straightened up. "Oh my gosh, you really don't know anything? Alpha Damon—" She moved to the door, looked outside and cl