Darius Supreme Novels & Stories

Let them look, let them want, because I know wanting makes men stupid. Darius waited at the far end, sprawled in a camp chair made of antlers and black fur. His shirt was open to the navel, I could see scars crisscrossing his chest like a map of every fight he’d won. He didn’t stand when I stopped in front of him. “You’ve got balls showing up here after you slapped me,” he drawled. I smiled. “You’ve got balls letting me live after I slapped you.” His eyes dropped to my cleavage, then lower, lingering on the slit that showed thigh all the way to the hip. His tongue touched his bottom lip.

Darius grinned. Max shook his head. Darius Sterling relied on alcohol as a crutch to maintain his sanity. Abandoned by his father, he was raised by his busy mother, a flight attendant at Blue Sky Airlines. Darius had navigated middle school with the wrong crowd until an altercation brought him and Max together. Max, with his exceptional IQ, advanced several grades, entering Harvard at thirteen and completing his postgraduate degree by nineteen. Meanwhile, Darius, supported by a basketball scholarship, was in his second year at Boston University.

"And you still dare glare at me like that. Do you think I care about you?" Darius' face was painted with disdain. As expected of the one who knew Evan the best, every word he spoke aimed directly at Evan's sore spots. Indeed, being used as a substitute two times in a row was the greatest thorn in Evan's side. A flash of killing intent flickered across his eyes. His fist moved. Darius had been groomed as the next Norwood head. He'd trained in everything—business, strategy, combat—and he excelled. Among Silverton's younger generation, very few could defeat him.

He swirled the whiskey in his glass but didn’t immediately respond. I let out a humorless chuckle. “Don’t play dumb with me. I caught Damien in the act, and Kira reeked of both of you. So what the fuck is going on?” Darius finally set his drink down with a clink and stood up. His expression was cold, but I didn’t miss the way his fingers twitched slightly. “She’s a slave,” he said dismissively. “I can do whatever I want with her.” That set my wolf off.

The servants murmured in awe and horror about how the pride of the Blue Ridge Pack had been shattered overnight. "Darius's father is furious," whispered one servant to another. "He's so angry that his blood vessels burst. Now he's in the hospital with a mild stroke." I smiled slightly at the news. Karma works in mysterious ways. Callista came to visit me in the afternoon with a beaming face and a bag full of groceries. She jumped dramatically onto the living room sofa. "Seraphina, you have to hear the latest gossip!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "Darius's father called that idiot to break up with Vesper, but he refused vehemently! He even said he would give up his title as heir rather

Her grandfather— Darius's father— Had three siblings. Darius. Darren. And Diana. From the beginning— Darius had always been favored. Not because of bias— But because of ability. In him— They saw the former patriarch. But then— The accident. Her grandfather and grandmother were on their way abroad for a business meeting. Their private jet— Exploded mid-flight. The cause— Never discovered. With their deaths— Darius was chosen as the new patriarch. Most supported him. Because he was capable.

DAISY I felt Daddy Luxuria's cock throb madly inside of me. "You want to take us both at the same time?" Grayson daddy asked, disbelief and horniness mixed up on his face. "Yes... Yes, daddy. I want to have your cock and daddy's cock inside of me at the same time"

she said to him as they kept walking. She stood in front of a basket that had crystals in it. "I created you from one of these crystals and from the river." She said to him, smiling. That's why your wolf is different. You're destined to be the Supreme Alpha, but I want you to know that you have to prove that you're worthy of the position. Very soon, chaos will break in the world, your ability to unite and bring peace to the world will determine if you will be the supreme Alpha or even the supreme leader of all supernaturals.

Darius said as he stepped from the shadows, hands tucked behind his back like a king surveying a battlefield. Evenly stopped cold, her body tense. “Who the hell are you?” “A friend,” Darius answered smoothly. “Of Amy. Of your desires. Of your rage.” “I didn’t come here for riddles.” “Then let’s speak plainly,” he said. “You want Sophia out of the way.” She glanced at me, then back at him. “And you want what? To crown Amy as Luna?” “I want Sophia,” he said simply. “Gone. Broken. Dead if it comes to that.”

Gosh, he was so tall—over six feet, against my tiny frame of 5’3”. I hesitated, my heart pounding. “I can give you information about their plans. My father doesn’t know I overheard his meetings. I know where they plan to strike next, where they’re keeping their most important supplies.” Darius stopped in front of me, leaning down until his face was inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my skin, and it took everything in me not to melt in his leather and smoky smell mixed with that of pine and earth, like he had run in the forest for hours. “Information is valuable,” he said quietly. “But it’s not enough. I need more than just whispers and rumors.”