Brooding Dark Haired Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

I thrash my body against the door, rattling the doorknob frantically, but the door doesn't even budge. Moon goddess, I'm so doomed. Expelling a frustrated breath, I turn around, only to freeze the very next second as my gaze trains on the darkest eyes I've ever seen. The man is leaning against the windows, his shrewd, calculating eyes fixed on me in ways that make me shudder. Damn! Those eyes are dark. Very, very dark like the bottom of the ocean. His thick brown hair is gelled backwards to a fault, his chin flexes a day-old growth of beard, giving him this sexily disreputable look.

What I intend to say is that he has a rich desire to stay in this pack come what may, and that also makes him the only person to store ammunition to make his living peaceful, and his existence feared by all. I somehow wormed on this side of Hugo and risked a peek out. The firing had come to a stop and a man, tall and broad, with dark brooding eyes— scarier than Babbiani, a murderous look on his face only a devil would have, and curly slightly long hair that veiled his forehead stormed inside.

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

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.”

Then, a voice from the shadows spoke. “You may not get that choice.” The room shifted, warriors tensing as a figure stepped forward from the darkness. A man—tall, lean, and wrapped in a cloak dark as midnight. His presence sent a ripple of unease through the room. His face was pale, sharp features half-hidden by the hood he wore. But his eyes— His eyes were abyssal black. Selene was the first to react. “Who are you?” The man pulled back his hood, revealing silver-streaked hair and the hint of old scars across his jaw. He tilted his head slightly, studying us all as if we were pieces on a chessboard.

He ran the tip of his tongue over his teeth and I tried to fight back a shiver. How could he look so sexy with red and purple marks all over his skin? He turned to the man beside him, nudging him with his elbow before pointing in my direction. I looked at the dark-haired man beside him. His hair was closely cropped to his scalp. There was no denying that this was one of the brothers. His skin rippled like Bash’s had when we were in the bedroom and I wondered what was making him struggle so? This had to be William.