Darius Supreme Novels & Stories

Then I raised my gaze up to the wardrobe top, and there he was. Darius sat with his legs crossed, with his dark head styled as it was slick back with gel. His red eyes gleamed, and his pupils were now slits. He was no longer dressed in his weird rags anymore, but instead he was dressed in black joggers and hoodies. He had truly heeded to my advice and stole some clothes, I wondered whose person's clothes he stole. His mouth moved like a ruminant animal, he was chewing gum. “Hi, Iris.” He batted his lashes.

#MyDarlingSuperstar Every post, every tag, every word—she had adored him. He leaned back, the phone still in his hand, his expression unreadable. She had called him My Darling Superstar like he belonged to her. And now? Now she was trying to play a game she couldn’t even think she could handle. The girl who once idolized him was no longer just a fan. She was a threat. To his control. To his composure. To the carefully drawn lines he had built between himself and the world.

Darius spat, his body shaking with rage. Damon’s smirk deepened, clearly amused by his brother’s growing jealousy. “Amara is my maid,” he repeated, his voice cold and dripping with superiority and possessiveness. “And if I wanted to, I could do whatever I please with her. Hell, I could even fuck her if I wanted. It’s none of your business.” The words hit Darius like a punch to the gut. His eyes widened in shock and anger. His hands clenched into fists, his body trembling with rage.

Darius silenced her with a look. The room went very still. Then Darius laughed—low, greasy, delighted. “Lost control at his own feast,” he murmured, leaning back, fingers drumming on the arm of his chair. “In front of half the dominion’s elite. Blood on the walls while the violins still played. Beautiful.” He spat on the floor—thick, deliberate, the glob landing with a wet sound near my boots. “Dirty southern girl,” he sneered, voice dripping venom. “Unworthy. Unclean. A collared slave one moon ago, now paraded like she’s Luna-blessed. She’s poisoning him. Making him weak. Erratic. Dangerous.”

Cresia shares its mountainous landscapes with Lunaveria. Darius patched his wound as much as he could and took his utility vehicle and drove up the rocky terrains of the secret mountain pass tunnel that has been away from to and fro between the kingdoms. As soon as he passed the tunnel out of nowhere a bomb hit his vehicle. Darius flew from its impact and landed roughly a few feet away. His old wounds reopened and fresh new wounds appeared. He was a bloodied mess. His ears rang and his vision blurred. He struggled to get up and that’s when he saw two black-masked figures appear and walked towards him. Darius fathomed great danger and he gathered all his werewolf superpowers and staggered up

She knew how powerful Elijah was and she could tell that he wasn't an ordinary vampire, there was something about them, a mystery that she was going to solve. The morning sun met Darius in the bathroom, he ran his fingers through his wet hair as cold water trickled down his pale skin, he was the fourth son of the O'Connor family. He clasped his grip on his blonde hair before shaking his head, he stepped out of the bathroom naked before reaching for a towel that was next to the clothesline. He wrapped it around his waist and walked to his room. He could smell the aroma coming from the kitchen, he knew who it would be, Beckham. He was the best cook among the five brothers. He couldn't wait to

And on it, seated on a throne made of black steel and dark leather, was he. Alpha King Darius. I had never even seen him in real life, only on TV or on the news cycle. He looked younger than I expected; the news loved to toss around his age, claiming he was in his mid-thirties and still without a Luna. His features were a chiseled cold jaw, storm colored eyes, a mouth that hadn’t smiled in a decade. He radiated power. Cruel, and dangerous power. They pushed me to my knees in front of him and I stumbled, falling on my knees. I glanced up and we locked eyes, for one awful moment.

“Excuse me, M’lady. I’m lost. I’m Darius from the Kingdom of Shushan. Can you possibly direct me to Baddishere?” Anna stepped from behind her animal barrier. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the man’s features. Darius had a strong forehead that had a wisp of bangs just above his eyebrows. His eyes were dark brown, nearly the shade of black onyx. Anna could almost feel herself being pulled into the dark pools of his gaze, and she had to steady herself on his very muscular arm. Her clumsiness seemed to have amused him. His smile literally lit up the entire courtyard. Anna’s knees were having a hard time holding up the weight of her body. She knew he’d ask her question, but all she could re

The idiots are here. “Darius?” I hear Zoey ask. “Sorry Zoey, but this is higher than you,” Darius, her Lycan mate and the most arrogant of them all, responds. “Darius!” Zoey cries. So much for the indestructible bond she was gloating about just now. “If I mate with her, I get to the be the ultimate king. Don’t you want that for me?” Darius asks her. She is full of herself but he is so selfish.

Max just stands there waiting for the call, seemingly unimpressed with Darius. The moment the councilman Fred declares “FIGHT”; Darius launches full speed towards Max. I hold my breath as Max doesn’t appear to move and it seems he’s going to be hit by Darius. Almost at the last moment, Max steps out of Darius’s running path and turns to watch.