Novels by Dark man

Pov JasonFinding my soulmate under these circumstances was not in my plans. I always thought she would be a spoiled little girl, who I could easily push away thanks to her stupidity. But here I am, my arms full of a young woman more beautiful than the angels. I could see, beyond the dirt and blood, the potential of this beautiful creature. My wolf was possessed and murderous, and I must say that I was too. It's been a long time since we've been so in harmony.No one would touch a single one of those hairs, they would all pay for this affront. Regardless of who committed this dastardly act, everyone in the house today must have known what was happening in that cellar since I had smelled blood as soon as I got out of the car.My instincts were torn between revenge and life in my arms. She needed to see a doctor as soon as possible, otherwise she wouldn't survive. A life would be taken away from her, in just a second, and my wolf would no longer answer for anything. I already had this w

Deep down, I had no desire to make friends with this man, I didn't need an ally, and even less this kind of guy. However, my wolf manages to gain the upper hand and pushes me forward. My steps head towards the open door, and before entering I look at the people in front. One of them particularly caught my attention. His physique was not the most impressive, probably an average soldier, at least it would be in my pack. It barely reaches my shoulders, his face would be on the cover of fashion magazines, and yet his eyes are cold, almost sadistic. I know how to recognize a predator like me when I come across one. This man is more dangerous than he seems. But what strikes me is the smell of blood that emanates from him, and also a hint of... “Vanilla”? This didn't work at all with this guy.My wolf growls and howls its rage in my mind. He's trying to tell me something I don't want to understand. The almost faded vanilla scent makes my head spin. What is happening to me? This aroma must be

Pov JasonThe borders of the territory were visible from the windows of our car. Guards armed with shotguns monitored the entrance, making me sigh in exasperation. I hated human weapons, they could do great damage if you knew it without using them. Nothing better than a real fight with claws and fangs to determine the winner of a duel.Trying to contain my inner rage, I relax against the back seat of the car. I was going to have to behave cordially with this bunch of idiots for the peace of the packs. Yet I didn't want to, my wolf was on edge, even more than usual. Something was wrong here, I could feel it. But who was I to judge? Me, the dark, scary being that no one wants to cross paths with, not even the members of his pack.I was called the coldest alpha, the one everyone envies but fears. I only accepted the strongest into my pack, I had to protect her at all costs. No further deaths will be accepted. Not since my sister disappeared. My wolf was nothing but anger, vengeance, and

The few rays of light that pass through the skylight of my bedroom in the basement make me think that it must have been 6 or 7 in the morning. Soon the alpha of this so-called pack would come, and I had to prepare the house.Yesterday I didn't understand why I had to make this place clean and was preparing dinner. It's been several months since I last took care of this task. Because as I quote, the beta's son said: "You are too horrible to look at for us to let you wander around the house and touch our things". As if I had a contagious disease... So I was more than surprised when they let me out of my room. I certainly wasn't going to complain about it, getting out of my prison for a few hours would cheer me up. I could feel the burn of the sun on my skin again, and maybe I could even go outside for a while to breathe the fresh forest air, and hear sounds other than the slamming of cold metal against the wall.The heavy door, which holds me prisoner in this place, shatters against the

Pov LucieThe metal chains slammed against the wall to the sound of punches. My hands were tied together at the wrists, suspended from the ceiling by the cold metal, burning my skin with every movement. The blows rained down frantically, giving me the same punishment I knew all too well.After a few minutes, the torture finally ended. My tormentor looks at me with hatred, an expression of pure malevolence on his lips:"Learn your lesson. You must never challenge me! I'll let you off the hook for now, Tomorrow the punishment will be more".... Tantalizing.The man licks his lips with desire and leaves my room satisfied, leaving my blood flowing from my new wounds. The room reeked of the mixed odor of hemoglobin, urine, and sweat. However today I was somewhat lucky, I only had the right to blows in the face and stomach. Sometimes I received cuts made by a knife, or one of my tormentors decided to complete their sexual torture... My eyes closed with fatigue, I no longer feel anything, no