Brooding Dark Haired Man Novels & Stories

[Addison] "What a shame," the man from the shadows steps forward and I finally get a good look at the goon who drove the car. He is handsome in a traditional kind of way, slick like second-rate CEO with his slicked back hair and tailored suit. Wheh he grins, he shows too many teeth, like a monster lurking in the dark. Kneeling before me, he grabs my chin and turns it from side to side. "Such a pretty little thing. It looks like you've been discarded. Just another broken doll."

Willow followed her line of sight. A man in his late twenties with dark, mahogany hair and a powerful, athletic frame was standing by the grand staircase. He was sipping a dark liquid, his narrowed eyes observing the room with the detached air of a predator. An elder wolf was trying to engage him in conversation, but the stranger wasn't even pretending to listen.

"What happened?" Don Morandi was right behind him. His expression darkened as well when his gaze swept over Dario and Lina. And then, I heard footsteps. They were heavy and measured. A man stepped out of the shadows. He was incredibly tall—a good half a head taller than Dario, and he had shoulders so broad they looked like they were about to burst through his black shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing a web of interlaced scars from his wrist all the way to the crook of his elbow.

A small scream tumbles from my mouth and I clutch the woman to my chest. Blocking the exit is a tall man with broad shoulders. He is easily six foot, dressed in all black. Long dark hair flows around him. His stance is casual but alarms of dangerous and deadly go off in my head. I can't make out much of his facial detail in the dark. My heart thuds against my chest and I try to control my shaking body. The man smiles but it’s not friendly. No it’s menacingly and sends a frightening chill down my spine. My brain screams run however a part me feels he would enjoy the chase far too much. Besides where the hell would I run to! His smile drops when he realized it didn't intimate me the way it sho

The shadows stepped back obviously irritated by the light, he glanced around looking for someone, he isn't here he thought happily, his mind beginning to create the happy thought that his assailant had lost track of him, but only for a second as a man in a dark long sleeve cotton shirt stepped out of the shadows. Dark hair with a trench coat as the darkness seemed to cling to his very being, the shadows making a hissing sound as though they were sentient. His eyes glowed red, vertically slitted like those of a cobra, and a smile that revealed fangs that gleamed, this was no human evidently… He twirled two knives in his hand with a grin plastered on his face, "hello guardian, fancy meeting yo

She asked with a cocked brow, standing up she smoothed her clothes. The guy raised a brow, a confused smile playing on his lips. He was leaning against the door frame and just with his stance she can say he has the dominating aura, not as much as Rasmus or Hunter but the man was surely a shark in the sea. "We are not blood-related, but he's like a brother to me," the guy said in his deep voice. To be honest, if it was any other girl at her place, she would've swooned over him but she didn't because for her no one was more handsome than the brooding guy who won't even spare her a single glance.

Heath mind links Brody. “Something isn’t right, she’s not at the pack house. “ Brody suddenly stops and his eyes go a weird shade of orange, I had never seen him do this before. Brody’s fur stands on end and a growl leaves his mouth. “Someone has their hands on our mate” he shoots off towards the beach with sheath hot on heels behind him. DAMON POV

Just what I need! I would have immediately assumed that he had followed me here to confront me, had he not had company. Shady- looking, crepy as hell company. Mr Blackwood was slanting into the counter by the bar, a glass of whisky in his hand. He looked ragged, like a white- collar psychopath in those work slacks and untucked shirt which was almost unbuttoned all the way. He looked really pissed and to be in a murderous mood, but he had nothing on the villainous hunk next to him. The man was large, his bulging muscles were out of this world frightening, both his arms were covered in tattoos, so was the back of his bald head.. the most notable tattoo was one of a black widow which extended f

I need to stop this. “The Alpha, huh?” A man with dark hair walks up to me, his red eyes glowing with excitement. His shark features make him look inhumane. Paired with his face tattoos, he looks intimidating. I’ve never come across someone like him before and I hope to never do so again. As he speaks, others join him. They’re an odd collection ranging from dark hair to white hair. Gold, silver, and red eyes. Not a single one of them looks like they truly belong on this earth.

The hooded man reveled in the sight, his sadistic pleasure renewed with each whimper that escaped Asher's trembling lips. As the hooded man approached, a chilling fervor consumed him, driving him to the brink of madness. His fingers curled into fists, aching to release his fury upon Asher's broken form. Hatred and obsession intermingled, intertwining their dark tendrils within the depths of his tormented soul. A sickening anticipation filled the air as the hooded man loomed over Asher, his distorted features twisted into a grotesque mask. The air was thick with a toxic silence, the prelude to the suffering that was about to be unleash.