Character Of Heart Of Darkness Novels & Stories

I used to live in darkness but now, this darkness lives in me. Oh I know what people call me... heartless, ruthless, a merciless monster, many more. They call me king of hell, DEVIL, and they are not wrong. I am the king of this hell . I kill people in a blink of an eye. Killing and torturing is as easy as breathing for me. I am pure darkness . All my life I have shed blood and killed thousands of peoples. Everybody is afraid of me, even the other powerful mobsters never want to mess with me.

THE HEART OF DARKNESS. Xander. Xander composed himself, feeling his heart race as he confronted the menacing new figure. It appeared to represent all the darkness they had battled, condensed into one frightening being. The gleam in its eyes served as a harsh indication that their conflict was nowhere near finished. Xander's voice was determined, despite his fear, as he told Eva they needed to bring this to a stop. He held onto his sword firmly, sensing the comforting vibration of its strength.

The normal rush of it dulled by my aching heart. After a few moments that’s it. All the souls in the forest. Dead. Darkness rises up and rushes towards me from all directions. My form flinches with each new hit of the darkness. Charging me up but not enough - not enough. I’m so tired. I’m broken and tired. My heart feels like an anchor, sinking me lower and lower. Despair seizing my soul. My eyes blink furiously, fighting the darkness threatening to take over.

His heart was frozen, filled with tar. He was a Beast. And nothing would change him. He was a skilled manipulator. One that made you doubt yourself. More than physical torture, he aimed for mental one. A part of me was worried. Even scared for this man with warm eyes. He looked like he hadn’t faced the darkness of this world. Like he wasn’t tainted with the filth I was sinking deep in. For some reason, I wanted to keep it that way. ***

Those eyes, for a few seconds, seemed to hypnotize me; his aura was so strong, dark, and mesmerizing simultaneously. What is this? Since when did I praise this bastard? A cold-blooded, ruthless killer who has no mercy. This man was hazardous. He wasn’t a good person or even human. He was a monster, an entity of darkness. I hated and feared him, and yet... at times like this, I feel like to have a dark, hidden, and wild desire for him. He was everything that scared me to the core.

Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 61-1 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Few hours back He was a heartless demon, drowned in evilness and darkness, feeding on fear to give sick pleasure to his psychotic neurons with drenching into blood.

she pressed her palm more into his cheek out of vulnerability. "How u can be so selfless and unconditional ..... Don't u fear getting lost in this never ending darkness?" He was dying to snatch those tears but he did nothing. He was just too lost to remove someone's pain nor he was feeling his pain. He was just amused that how she didn't leave him yet, how she can be real when his whole life apart from pain was a complete lie?. "I want to be morning of this darkness ..... Every night is followed by a day, Manik" she kept her palm on his heart to feel his breathes.

No one can tell that he is the same Heartless Devil who had killed thousands of his men just a few hours ago. My heart turned heavy as my eyes saddened. Calix’s double face changed my opinion. He appeared so sweet to me but it wasn’t his true identity. I couldn’t forget his contemptuous smile when he was enjoying that doctor’s defeated state. He like crushing people under his shoe and rejoices in their fears and cries. The same goes for Zachary. Still, I won’t blame him.

His skin had lost some of its lustre from the centuries confined in the darkness, away from the worshipful rays of the sun. Dislike was not a strong enough word, making him feel pallid and weak. However, in this world it seemed a safer colour to be. He had heard the hatred from all sides, someone was too dark, someone too white. Those who came in-between seemed to fare the worst. And whilst he embodied the form of a grand hunting dog, he was no mangy cur. "Just...behave yourself," he whispered, turning back to his books, muttering to himself. "Curse those shells for being so damned slow."

Finally, I stopped a good distance away from my former mate and Alpha, who I heard chuckle darkly as I looked meek and weak in contrast to his stance, radiating pure alpha dominance. Some women in the crowd sighed as they stared at him. Some even fanned their faces with their hands, leaing me confused. While it may be true that Hunter is indeed endowed with his godly appearance, deep inside, he is a twisted, deranged man with an evil, corrupt heart. No good looks or privileged title can ever change that.