Brooding Dark Haired Man Novels & Stories

And the driver pulled the brakes just at the right time and the car stopped just a few inches before me. " Hey! Please help me my friend is in danger!" I scream for help. And the car door opens and a man in a grey hoodie steps out of the car. I couldn't see his face because of his hood but he slowly make his way around the car toward me. A hooded figure appeared in the dark, alluring yet repelling all at once. He faced me. "You cannot escape me," the figure said, his voice thick with blood lust, "You must pay your dues." His hood fell back, revealing the same exquisite golden eyes. It's him he found me. Shock rushes through my very bones

My head snaps back and I nearly die. It’s not a wall. It’s a tall, broad man with raven black hair, an arrogant mouth, sensual lips, and a square jaw. His clothes are expensive and yet his shirt is unbuttoned casually. His throat is brown. His shoes are immaculate. He is beautiful, not the way a male model is, but the way a sleek, shining panther stalking its prey is. His hooded silvery-gray eyes look down at me without any expression in their depths. There is something cruel and indifferent in his mesmerizing eyes.

His broad chest heaving up and down as a result of his anger. Along with him, there were other five to six members in that dark room, all dressed in Black. Their bodies were in a stiffened position, all tying there hands in the back, with their chest raised up. The person wearing the black jacket, who had the charm of the absolute leader of them, took slow steps towards his prey. The bloodied man shivered as his eyes fell on those sharp ocean blue eyes, eyeing him cruelly.

Bella The dark haired man gives me thirty minutes to sort myself out. He hands me a plate of food. “You need all the energy you can get to make it through tonight.” The dark haired man walks me through the crowds. A mixture of cheers and boos come from the Humans, Wolves and Lycans. The dark haired man pushes me into the boxing ring before I had a chance to ask a question “Good Luck.” He nods to someone behind me. I turn to see a man standing opposite me. Shorts barely skim his hips. His toned body seemed to have the females gushing over him. He is easily over six feet tall and well built. Compared to my small five foot frame, he was massive. He was a Lycan.

The glares were a warning, urging her to leave, yet she was entangled in the unwelcome attention. “Ah... My favorite Alpha,” a man in a dark suit and jet black hair approached them, wearing a broad grin beneath his black mask. His grey eyes hinted at both danger and curiosity. Nicholas enthusiastically shook Brood’s hand before pulling him into a warm hug. “Alpha, Brood! It’s been way too long,” he exclaimed, the two reconnecting like long-lost buddies while Scar observed with bated breath. Brood’s enigmatic gray eyes turned toward Scarlett as they parted from the embrace. He extended his hand with a charming smile and declared, “My Luna.”

The music in the room was lively, and people were dancing, but I enjoyed the men's company rather than dancing. I caught someone entering the room from the corners of my eyes and glanced towards the entrance. I saw a burly man making his way into the room, looking like he was searching for someone. He looked familiar, with the same height and build as Morpheus, but this man was clean and shaved, and his long hair was braided beautifully. He wore a dark waistcoat, dark breeches, brown stockings, and a long, dark furry coat. I shook my head. No, he cannot be Morpheus. He was attracting attention to himself as everyone turned their heads to look at him.

“Flirting with her won’t help.” The second dark-haired man rolled his eyes and lifted his hands as he approached me like I was a timid animal. He was almost as tall as Bodey but leaner. His dark-brown eyes matched the shade of his goatee, and they were full of concern. He gently touched my arm, my blood-streaked pale skin contrasting with his tanned hand. He sighed. “We need to clean your wounds before they get infected.”

He smiled at her, linking their fingers together. A hollow ache spread in my chest. “One seventy!” “One eighty!” “Two hundred!” A loud voice boomed from the back—Alpha Rowan of Iron Mane Pack. A giant of a man. Known for brutality. The kind of alpha who didn’t hire help… he broke them. Terror shot through me. Jaden’s grin widened. “Two hundred going once!” “Two twenty.” A calm, unfamiliar voice cut through the room. Heads turned. A hooded man stood near the door. Tall. Still. Shadowed. I couldn’t make out his face, but something about him pulled the air from the room. He didn’t look excited. Or eager. Just… certain.

I didn’t turn in time to see one raising a club and he whacked me in the back with it, I collapsed to the floor “We are gonna take you things and do as we like with you, pretty……” his voice was cut short as a blur went past and his head flew from his body, the other dudes stared in shock then from the shadows a tall very handsome roguish looking man emerged from the dark and he scowled. “You shouldn’t be attacking a lone lady” he said, his voice was dangerously deep and ice cold and it gave me chills. These guys obviously knew him because they literally trembled.

I crept along, my bare feet silent on the floor as I followed the voices to the stairs. I peered down from the top landing. Abbadon stood by the dark fireplace, his hands in his pockets, his broad shoulders stiff and tense. Facing him was a man I had never seen. Tall. Imposing. He had the same lean, almost predatory elegance as Abbadon, but where Abbadon's presence was restrained, this man moved with careless arrogance. His dark brown hair was slightly disheveled, his black coat open, revealing a crisp white shirt beneath. He looked every bit as dangerous as Abbadon, but there was a sense of lightness in his stance—something teasing.