Brooding Dark Haired Man Novels & Stories

The once bright cloister was now shrouded in a thick, blood-red haze. A dense cloud of black smoke coalesced three steps in front of her. The acrid stench of blood hit her like a fist. The pure, crushing pressure made it impossible to breathe. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold stone floor. A tall, imposing figure slowly emerged from the smoke. He had short, dark red hair and eyes like pools of blood. A scar slashing across his brow gave him a terrifying, feral aura. Rhoderick, the Wolf King of the Dark Blood.

Shrugging as he turned to proceed up the steps of an opulent staircase, the man escorted them into another wing of the mansion. The door to the Coven leader’s chambers already ajar when they arrived, it opened onto a sensual scene. Lounging on a sumptuous red velvet couch, surrounded by three beauties in various degrees of undress, was a tall man. Pale skin and long disheveled jet-black hair, the darkly handsome man had his fangs at the throat of shapely blonde woman. Her blouse torn, it exposed her bare chest as she arched her back against the arm of the couch, moaning in ecstasy.

This must be the borders. I seen a man standing with smaller boy that had a bag on his head. That was obviously Dom. I got out of the car and stood with Shannon as Leon and Liam walked over to the men. As Leon walked over, a large man came out of the group of men in front of him. The man gave off as much power as Leon did. He was about the same build as Leon, but this man had caramel coloured skin, with hair that looked like coffee swirling in the wind and the most intensive eyes the colour of dark chocolate. Alpha Hunter.

With just one look, he could immediately guess that this one was stronger than the rest. When the man's face became visible, they finally saw his handsome features. A sword like brow, sharp eyes, a well designed face which could be described as a masterpiece. He had a big build and was looking at them provocatively with its cold smile. It stopped 20 meters away from Alpha Broderick. The smile on his face turned wide when he found Alpha Broderick among the group. “Well.. well.. well.. who do we have here? Alpha Broderick of the Silver Moon Pack, I'm honored that you came here personally” Alpha Broderick's face turned solemn seeing the man in front of him.

he commanded and shouted ," My name is Broderick Alessandro, the most powerful man in Northhill. Whoever dares me, be it living or dead must taste of my hell. And my hell is not just a fire that burns a body, it can even burn a spirit." Broderick's anger at this moment can destroy the world. It was too much of a fire.

“That’s not true. I don’t know what had happened to you and how did that demon corrupted your memories but I was always there for you until you decided to leave me!” “It was the opposite!” Yelled Rose. From behind a sudden soft footsteps stopped both Rose and Dominic from saying anything. A man appeared from the darkness, approaching to Rose that made Dominic on edge. “Move, Rose,” he requested but Rose who had turned her head didn’t move and instead waited for the man to stand beside her. The man was dressed in a red clothing that appeared more like a robe. His eyes were purple and his hair was long enough to reach his waist. His face was handsome but as handsome as it is, something dark an

If she died now, at least she would know it was not at the hands of Ariti. Then the door was wrenched open and a big man stepped through. Her breath caught. He had hair as dark as night, and an expression so ruthless, no one would dare cross him. Anger marred the handsome lines of his face and his lips pressed down in an unimpressed line. "Vampire?" She gasped at the same time Iris screamed, "Brother?"

He was handsome, Brock supposed, but he might forget what the man looked like the moment he left the room. The other was dark-haired and his eyes were almost black. There was something about him that gave Brock a prickling sense of unease. Both men exuded a powerful presence, but the dark-eyed man was clearly in charge. He was English, judging by his dress, which was enough to make Brock uneasy. Perhaps that was it, simply nerves putting him on edge. "Lord Kincade." The dark-eyed man bowed to Brock. "I'm afraid I bear ill tidings." "My brother mentioned our sister," Brock said.

I took off my sunshades. A hulking mammoth of a man emerged. An aura of brute force and silent danger surrounded him. He didn't smile, didn't roar to rouse a reaction from the crowd, just strode towards the other contestants in stony silence. His longish black hair was done in braids. They fell over his harsh face. The crowd watched him as he prowled the grounds, his bronze skin glinting dark in the sunlight. I didn't know what to make of him.