Brooding Dark Haired Man Novels & Stories

Their hair is long, which is left wild and untamed. "I know. She is a delicate beauty" the Lord agreed. He is a tall man, who looked like he might be in his early thirties. He looks rough with his brute strength to match. His grip on Iris is so strong, that she knows she is going to get bruised.

The living room lights came on. I squinted against the glare. When my eyes adjusted, I finally saw him clearly. Brode was in a dark gray shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing the hard lines of his forearms and several fresh scars. His hair was a little longer than a few days ago, falling loosely over his forehead. It gave that beautiful face an edge of something wild and untamed. He tucked the cleaned pistol into his waistband, stretched both arms along the back of the couch, and studied me through half-closed eyes. A lion sizing up a lamb.

Selene says instantly, smoothing her tunic and tilting her head, her scent shifting into something distinctly inviting. I nudge her hard with my elbow. The last thing I need is my companion attempting to seduce Ivanov’s primary enforcer. “I speak when the Alpha’s interests require it,” Brody explains, his golden eyes fixed on mine. His presence is massive—he’s broader than Ivanov, his arms covered in ancient battle scars, and I can see the outline of a heavy silver-hilted dagger beneath his leather vest. He isn't a wolf to cross. Yet, there’s an underlying familiarity in his bloodline scent that bugs me.

She cursed herself silently as she held her breath some more and she waited for the door to open. The door slowly opened and a man appeared in the doorway. It was dark in the room, so because of the lights that were on in the hallway behind him, he looked HUGE, and extremely sinister. He was tall, and as wide as the side of an old red barn. Not fat, but HUGE in every other way. His hair was as black as night. It was very curly and it was long. Really long. It flowed from the top of his large, round head and around his wide face and down his back to his waistline. It was sleek and soft. It was well kept, and he had a matching goat tee that was just as meticulously groomed.

Noting his messy brown hair, thick brows, the crooked tip of his nose, and thin lips as he smirked. “I know, darling.” He towered over Corina, standing in all his six-foot glory. “But you are not very good at lying, are you?” Corina swallowed hard, shaking her head. “Just end it already,” the second man growled, standing in the darkness with watchful eyes as though he could sense that they weren’t alone. “What’s the rush, buddy? It’s not like anyone could beat us.” The man towering over Corina stared at his hands. “Now that we are not breathing, I’ve never felt more alive.”

They both seemed to want me dead, or at least out of the pack. It wasn't long before Axel and I came upon a tall oak wooden door with a golden wolf crest plated in the middle of it. Axel curled his hand into a fist and softly knocked on the door. Almost instantly, a tired and tousled looking Broddi appeared at the door. He was dressed in a tight-fitting black tee-shirt and loose jeans that hung low on his waist. He smiled brightly when he caught sight of Axel, but as his gaze passed over me, his face twisted into an ugly frown.

“I want to help.” He was about to say something when something cracked in the air. It was like lightning had struck nearby. He turned back, and I looked in the direction, and I saw a tall man, broad-shouldered with dark hair blowing in the wind that swirled around the area. He was dressed much like Ian was but with less metallic trim on his clothing. His boots were scuffed. He was wearing armor and there was a sword on his hip. He was really handsome. He looked about as old as Candido was and furious. His eyes glowed. A glimmering wall surrounded the barracks as other vampire darted inside. Ian and Raven were nearby along with Shiloh and Messiah. None of them looked concerned about what was

When he stepped down from the car, one of the men in black hood, opened the black van by the centre and a man clothed in all white stepped out with a cigarette in his hand. “Broderick Alessandro!” His thick Spanish accent over clouded his statement. “Quite a long time buddy. I heard you have been in and out of NorthHill? What have you been up to?” The man made his way forward to meet Broderick, who was standing deeply rooted to the spot. “Why are you here?” Broderick asked. “North Hill doesn’t accommodate people like you.” Broderick further added.

Anyone could be hiding in the darkness, waiting for me. I jog down the path, eager to get home before the rain starts again. Ahead of me is a dark figure, tall and broad. At first, I think that I just caught up with Father Adrian, but as I get closer, I realise this man is a fair bit shorter, and he has long black hair. He stops abruptly and spins around to look at me. His eyes flash brightly in the dark and stare straight through me. Werewolf. I freeze in fear. “Do you know Father Adrian?” the man asks in a gravelly voice. “This tall-” he holds his hand above his head -“brownish hair, green eyes.”

I have to help him! “Oh, his little mate is finally awake. She can finally enjoy the show.” Somebody behind me spoke and when I turned, it was the same tall man earlier. Looking at him gives me the creeps, and it’s not that he’s even bad-looking. It’s just the way… he is. The dark hair that covers half of his face, barely even seeing his black eyes but when you do, it’s like it stares into your soul. But it’s the long cut from his right brow to his chin that really makes him stand out.