Brooding Dark Haired Man Novels & Stories

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

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.

"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! "

My treacherous mind jumps into conclusions, but I shake it off and walk faster, getting deeper into the forest until there’s only pitch black. Then, I feel a presence. I stop in my tracks. The silent forest suddenly comes to life. My vision adjusts just as I hear the noises, and as I listen to the footsteps advancing towards me, I see figures approaching from behind big trees. There’s about a dozen of them, all tall and big. I scan the area for Yana, but the only face I see is the one I want to badly to break. Brody. He comes forward along with his men, who he managed to hire somehow and for some reason. They are all bringing weapons, ranging from shotguns to knives and axes.

Vivienne whirled around. A man loomed in the shadows, his pupils dilated, chest heaving slightly like he’d just taken a hit of something. Silvery scars slashed across his throat and cheek, the rest of his exposed skin inked and mottled beneath a black vest. His jewelry clinked as he stepped forward, the air around him heavy with menace. “I was just—” she tried, backing up, but he kept coming. “I love it when they pretend,” he murmured with a crooked smile.

“Morpheus shouldn’t have left you alone, my sweet.” The voice was rough and chilled me to my bones, causing a tingle to rush up my spine. Slowly, I turned to face the owner of the shadow, a bit more unsure of myself than I had been moments before. The man was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a hoodie, a perfectly normal sight to see however unsettling his presence was. He pushed back the hood of his jacket and stepped closer to me, revealing the unsettling side of his appearance. A scar crossed over his right eye which was as so dark that I couldn’t distinguish his iris from his pupil, more scars littered his face and his hair was dyed an unnaturally dark black which reflected none of the

"I've seen you before. I wasn't interested in you, but it seems you've grown bold enough to kill disciples of the Nefarious Deity Sect nearby. You've got some nerve!" "Oh? Finally showing yourself?" Chase stopped and turned toward the darkness where the voice had come from. Moments later, a tall, muscular figure stepped out of the shadows. The man had tanned skin, exuded a thick negative energy, and wore a black robe. A menacing scar ran across his face, adding to his already intimidating presence. "Chase! I can't believe you dare commit such atrocities so close to the sect!" the black-robed man growled through clenched teeth.

He shouted furiously. "Father, relax, you know this is unlike the Darkwood Society,they should be arriving soon,” I said trying to calm him down. Few minutes later they arrived, 5 black cars pulled up opposite ours and there he was the new Mafia lord of Darkwood coming down from the last one, he had dark slic hair and piercing dark emerald eyes and a very tall and muscular build.

Broad shoulders, a small waist and even though I can't see his ass, I know it's a good one. Probably even better than mine. He has this dark look about him but then again you can't be a pretty face and survive in the mafia world. His hair is dark and a few locks lay on his forehead. Suddenly I have this urge to brush them back but remind myself who he is. If he's here, then he's one of them. There's no emotion on his face and it's a little unnerving but I don't give a shit. Because he just spilled his drink all over me and now I have to change.

"Apologies for being late. Had to run a small errand." The brooding man sauntered in, wearing a black leather jacket and matching jeans. His tattoos peeked through the sleeves, and several skull rings adorned his fingers, looking like they could summon a demon particularly the one he worked for. He looked everything but a billionaire's butler—or whatever he was supposed to be. His hair was slicked back with what appeared to be rebellion, and his face was contorted in a permanent scowl that suggested he had just eaten a particularly sour lemon.