Black Desire Novels & Stories

I'm practically squirming on the sofa cushions, equally transfixed and mortified. "Some are already dubbing Bianchi and Dupont 'The Untameables,'" Bennett's saccharine purr continues over the montage. "While others have gotten a bit more...visceral with their rivalry epithets. One thing's for certain, though - when these two alphas share the same stretch of tarmac, lightning is guaranteed to strike!"

Her eyes peered up at him, dark with the raw, unspoken fear of missing him. "Sure thing, honey. I'll be back before you know it," D Black said, capturing her lips for a sweet, languid kiss, taking his time to imprint his promise. D Black shifted from the warmth of their bed, striding to the washroom. He admired his intimidating stature in the mirror. From his broad shoulders and commanding presence to the endless tattoos mapping out a story only Tiana could read, he looked nothing less than intimidating. A faint grin appeared on his stern face, thinking how contrary it was to the gentle man Tiana brought out in him.

Black let out a deep sigh – as she looked at her husband. “He discovered something… Terrible, Leila… It was chaotic after that – not to mention that his family is in a dangerous disposition at that time…” Mr. Black uttered those words with emphasis – as he clenched his jaw. It was as if she could feel the seething anger that they were feeling at that time. “He accidentally discovered something important about the Triad. The rebellious pack who wanted power since time immemorial.” Mr. Black continued – causing her to grit her teeth.

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

Love such a wonderful emotion which can fill ones life with colorful dreams but at the same if it's not valued it can haunt you till eternity. _________ CAST & CREW Alexander Black an 26 year old arrogant ruthless billionaire heir whose ways of dealing with his enemies will make them fear him even in their next birth. He is the dream man of every girl with 6.3 feet tall and muscular well built body with the looks of Greek god. He is the CEO of Blacks Business Empire for the outside world he is a ruthless business man but no one can imagine the power he hold with his strong connections with various mafia leaders and politicians across the world.

"She is an enemy to our pack as she has been discovered to have Black Blood running through her veins!" The entire crowd gasped in shock. My heart beat accelerated. How did they know? Would I be killed? The black blood has been something of a curse from my ancestors. The people of the black blood were a member of an ancient pack who dealt in the practice of black magic. It was said that they were forsaken and cursed by the moon goddess since the last 5 centuries, suppressing their ability to ever shift into their wolf forms. It was a form of punishment, rendering them to their most vulnerability and exposing them to predators (enemies).

Duncan himself despaired of ever having to pass on his charge as Beta, as his father had done, to his firstborn and then die without ever knowing the fulfillment that a Luna offered to a pack. People had come to call Black the Mad One. But this was mainly because he had never found his Mate. As a result, his wolf aggression was unparalleled and devastating, without ever being able to appease him. The rages he plunged into lasted several days before running out of steam once the wolf was too tired to stay on the surface. The last sound to be heard was Duncan's discreet footsteps. Once no further presence was heard, it was as if nature, too, had chosen to remain silent for fear of offending th

******* ~~Elena's Pov~~ ****** I stood outside Damien Blackthorn’s penthouse office, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My palms were sweaty against the strap of my bag. I knew I shouldn’t be here. Out of all the people who could help my family, I had chosen him — Damien Blackthorn, my older brother Ryan’s best friend since college. The same man I had secretly lusted after for the past three years.

But for the last few months, a slow-burning hunger had been gnawing at her-a craving for something darker, heavier, and far more primal than anything she had ever allowed herself to imagine. It started with a glance at the gym, then a lingering thought in the grocery store. She found her eyes constantly drawn to a specific kind of power-the broad shoulders, the deep mahogany skin, and the effortless, grounded confidence of the Black men she passed in the city. She felt a magnetic pull that terrified her, rooted in a desire she'd been taught to ignore.