Brooding Dark Haired Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

Resting against the far corner of the wall, shielding himself from the rays of sunlight and blending himself with the darkness, dreymon mocked with a smirk. "Tsk...I see Jared brought his dog along," His lips curled and his jaws clenched in rage at the sight of dreymon, a man he despised with every essence of his being. "Why did you decide to bring him along Alpha Jared, I had everything under control, there wasn't any need to involve yourself directly," The mysterious man was dressed in a long black cloak which enhanced mischief and ill-intent to his young appearance, his skin was pale, as pale as Dreymon's, and his eyes bloodshot red while his short black hair fluttered against the wind.

"Well, surprisingly enough, it’s not the worst thing I’ve been called. It is a new one, though." The massive dark man bathed in the cold light with his arms crossed over his chest; the muscles beneath shifted as the disgusting grin on his face grew. But quickly, his wide jaw clenched, and the shadows around his eyes seemed to grow. The shadows sharpened his features, almost to the point I could believe his face was more a skull than a man's bearded face. "Why the waterway? Who is leaving?" "Nobody if you do what you are here for! "

Silence filled the room and everyone watched as a guy with dark hair looked over the guy and glared furiously. "Get in my way again and I will rip your head off!" The guy growled and he was soon joined by friends. Brooklyn noted a ginger guy with a grin on his face, a brown haired guy with a frown and a long blonde haired guy with a blank expression. Brooklyn studied the guys, but her eyes were drawn to the blonde. His face was empty, void of any emotion. He scratched his stubble and watched as the dark haired guy scared the boy on the ground.

I knew the Dark Alpha came from old money but seeing this castle, I needed help to guess how old. We were taken to a room and asked to wait, standing. A few minutes later, a tall, dark-skinned, brown-haired, grey-eyed man walked in. He was brawny and wore a black shirt that hugged his muscles tightly. He had long hair, which he packed in a ponytail. His beard was bushy, but it didn't hide his pink lips. The man was handsome, and he walked up to us with a stern face. "Are these the trophies?" He asked, and the bastard that slapped me stepped forward.

The large crowd invited to witness my so-called ceremony start to retreat to the corners, the betas of Silver Bullet pack look terrified, the old elders are inches away from fainting and I? I am as scared as the look on Landon’s face right now as we stare at the doorway. A man…no he’s a beast…stands in the foyer. Six feet five, rough around the edges, dark hair like the night, he stands proud with a dark shirt clinging to every bulge in his muscles, black cargo pants and boots just as dark. What’s terrifying though, is the blood on his right cheek. The blood we all know is not his. If that scene isn’t horrendous enough, two men leap from behind him. Two men who look a little like the first m

Tattoos peek from beneath his collar, intricate lines trailing down his neck. The third man leans back, his arm stretched across the sofa, his short, dark hair and intense stare giving him an air of cool control. His shoulders are broad, and his sleeves rolled up, revealing more ink, swirls of black and gray that add to his commanding presence. One of them, the dark-haired man, speaks up first. “Do you know anything about us?” “Not much, no,” I admit, my voice steady. “We’re all dominant. We work together with one submissive, brat, or slave, sometimes even with littles or baby girls,” he explains, his voice calm and low, sending a shiver down my spine.

he growled, his voice a low, menacing snarl. Bramor scrambled, clutching his sides as he cried out, “I had no choice! Please, believe me, I was threatened!” Hudson stepped forward, his presence like a storm rolling in. His golden eyes bore into Bramor as he asked coldly, “Who was the man? Did you see his face or catch his scent?” “No!” Bramor pleaded, his voice cracking. “He was covered head to toe in black. I swear I didn’t see his face. He... he didn’t even have a scent!”

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

I watch as Braddock and Chris both look at each other and mind link, they both nod and then look at me, Braddock speaks, “I guess we need to reseal this room then.” I furrow my brows, “you said there is someone else, do you recognize the other person?” They both shake their heads as Braddock speaks, “no, it’s too grainy and the other person is wearing a black leather hood, we can only see the back of their head.” He walks towards me, and I step back into my office, he shakes his head, “your cousin is a sick individual,” he clamps his huge hand on my shoulder, “it better not run in your family.”

I managed to say, and while I had every intention of hightailing it out of there, the door suddenly flung open and a dark shadow seemed to swallow up the entire porch. “Somebody better be dying!” he bellowed and took a step forward, glaring at my brother with a stare that could melt diamonds. I gulped, determined not to let my fears show - but it was hard! The man was easily 6”5 and wide enough to fit the door frame to frame. Most of him was shrouded in darkness, but I could still make out his alpha-like physic: a body of nothing but pure muscles, toned and honed to track, capture and kill. Honestly, I’d never seen a man that, by simply standing there - doing nothing but looking royally piss