Romans & histoires Black King Drifters

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

And when the sky turned dark again, he built our tent with practiced ease. Each night, I slept nestled in his arms, his body my shield against the cold and the unknown. Kavira lay beside us, silent and respectful, her presence comforting in its own quiet way. After nearly a week of wandering through untamed forests and icy ridges, we finally arrived at Drifthollow Kin, the nomadic, winter-bound pack Kavira had spoken of. And it was just as magical as she’d described. Nestled between frost-laced trees and snow-dusted cliffs, the pack resembled something out of a fairytale.

" the king barked angrily. 'This cannot be happening! Ive worked too hard for her to slip away in my fingers! She will not escape me' the king thought. Black magic dust in the form of sand materialized below the kings feet as a tile then escalated with him in the air. Dorne used it as a surfboard and flew straight for the castle. Before he left he told one of the mages not to stop the ritual. "The girl will be retrieved" he assured them. DIEGO

he asked with a frown. Blaze is sure. That scent belongs to the drifters. The airy drifting scent only belongs to them. "I am sure" Blaze confirmed. Brandon is now in confusion. As far as they know, Drifters are a Myth. They have powers and they can drift between worlds and one place to another without being detected. Just like the fae who can shift from one place to another, all the drifters can drift from one place to another. It's their nature. There was a time when their services are used by the kings for the greater good of the citizens. But the drifters became greedy and they began to accept petty jobs against the crown for money.

Why did she have a bad feeling about this. As the doors opened wide her father led her into the ballroom that was jammed packed with vampires. At first you would have thought it was a normal crowd until you paid attention to the eyes. A lot of double and triple levels and all eyes were on her. Her father and her stopped dead at the thrones in which were empty. The thrones both were black the back drop was in the shape of the wings of a bat taking flight. The King’s was situated on the left, the queens throne which never held a single woman on it sat empty for 800 years. The King was the only one who has sat on the throne for 800 years alone. Her fathers head was looking around the room seein

“Do you want me to kick your balls right now?!” Park immediately grinned shamelessly. “You can’t,” he teased while wiggling his brows. “Then I won’t be able to make you happy tonight.” Pete looked horrified. “You seriously have no shame.” “Of course not,” Park proudly replied. “You should take good care of my dick and balls, baby. Those are precious assets.” “Disgusting,” Ethan hissed while glaring at his brother in complete disappointment. Meanwhile, Pete looked seconds away from committing murder while Park only laughed comfortably from the couch.

It’s been only days that they left but he’s getting anxious because of not getting any news or update from them. A man with spiked hair and emo makeup speaks up, “Nothing, boss. It seems like they disappeared into thin air.” He boringly look on his nails and continues, “If I am the one you sent there, Black Dragon will be dead in a blink. Bacchus and his team are useless.” The other members of the gang nervously look at Hercules gauging his reaction to the man’s comment. The team he sent to Korea is the best team that they have.

before vincent could finish, his alpha voice came into his head,’ One more word about this damn pack and I am shipping you back to your mother in pieces’ said Adrian in a rather irritated tone, Vincent looked rather embarrassed as he figured out he has been fangirling over this whole topic for longer than he anticipated. Their driver, Allen, was enjoying the whole scene, Alle was a former warrior of the pack, he had good relations with Adrian’s father and was one of the few who remind loyally and tried to make sure the pack did not fall into utter chaos, seeing the young alpha gave him a sense of joy and pride. “Alpha, we will arrive shortly,” said Allen “Thank you, Allen” replied Adrian as

The man with me says, swinging his arms weirdly "Yo, blacktooth, not again! Just go. One of the mean men reply, shaking his head. "Hold on Dris, you know I got more money... Just let me in" Blacktooth says "No. You are just a drunk motherf**cker, and I ain't ready for any of your sly tactics.” Dris insist impassively. From the scornful stares of the other men, I am sure Blacktooth isn't on good terms with the rest of the other men. “Come on Dris... Tell you what?” Blacktooth suggests “What?” Dris raise his eyebrows, dropping his hands in his pockets

He doesn’t need to say anything, I read on his eyes that he’s speaking the lyrics to me, that thanks to me, he finally knows there is a good part in him, that I found the light he couldn’t find Lovers in the night Poets trying to write We don’t know how to rhyme But, damn, we try But all I really know You’re where I wanna go The part of me that’s you will never die My voice suddenly sounds louder when I sing this part to him. He’s busy driving, but I can see the smile form on his lips. The song represents us a lot. Us, two idiots who committed a crime without thinking. Us, two people who are struggling, but raising our heads. Us, two lovers who found comfort in each other. No matter how bad