Dark Academia Pfp Novels & Stories

Tomorrow is day Cloud City is going to be celebrating the new moon festival,he can't wait to fight the monster and get over with. He had been trying to increase his powers by studying black arts, although he had always see Erimense as a weak one.But everything changed the day he had a spar with him. He turned slowly, walking inside his chamber.He sat in lotus, taking a deep breath.He decided to practice another black art. He tried channeling the energy at his dantain, making it spread across his body.A black aura rose like dusts from his body, feeling the whole room.

Pudim turns back to his computer, pulling up a picture on his browser. My jaw drops at the image on his screen. “Alpha Damon of Darksdawn pack.” Pudim drawls. Our pack's archenemy? No way. Tbc.

Every single person in the room, including the older lords and Alphas, bowed deeply in respect. The Prince stood tall and imposing, wearing a midnight-blue doublet woven with intricate silver thread. A heavy cloak of pristine white fur cascaded from his broad shoulders, secured at his throat by a massive sapphire brooch shaped like a roaring wolf and moon. Gold embroidery traced his sleeves, demanding authority. He walked down the line, inspecting each woman. I was the very last one. When his sharp eyes finally locked onto me, a sudden, primal roar echoed deep within my core. It was an intense, overwhelming sensation.

I was so shocked, my eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. A massive wolf was sitting right there, in D.E.'s chair. Drex Ethan, also known as D.E., is the solo idol I am absolutely crazy about. And I’m the idiot who decided to infiltrate his private makeup room. Alone! I had to face the terrifying fact that my life was now at stake. That huge black wolf could do more than just trigger my fur allergy. It could tear me to pieces right here, today!

She was outspoken with her first line then remembered this was not her mind so she managed her words. “He is the owner of STARIGHTLINE,” He said making her nod. “Anything else?” He asked. “Umm… Yes, I would need the photos,” She mentioned, he asked them to take them from his I*******m account as she nodded and got to work, She prepared a few designs but nothing much satisfied her. She was looking at the design as he came outside and walked towards her, looking at the computer screen. “This is more like scareming the birthday of a 2-year-old,” Blunt, if this word did not exist she would have had a hard time explaining his personality.

Damonq was on the stairs, and Darkness swung around to face him. Elina forced herself to look at the ancient warrior. He was the opposite of everything Darkness was. Roped muscles, scars, waist-length salt-and-pepper hair. He looked rugged. Tough. Scary. He had tattoos drifting up his neck so he looked a little like a modern-day outlaw biker. Darkness, despite his head being blown off repeatedly, always managed to restore his flawless, model looks. At first glance, one would be terrified of Damonq, not Darkness, and that would be a very big mistake.

It feels like I live in a prison where I can never be happy or see the light beyond the darkness around me. I never had friends or a girlfriend because my father doesn't let anyone get close to me. Sometimes I feel a lot of pain in my body and this always happens during the full moon, so I take some horrible medicine that my father gives me. He says it's for my good, because if I don't take it I'll get sick, I know it's not that, but I don't have my grandfather to tell me what's wrong with me! These nightmares that don't leave me alone and are always the same turn me into a horrible wolf where I'm in a war of leadership, that's it and the same dreams or nightmares every day.

Darkous snarled, his voice threatening. Elika began to back away slowly, as though only just finding her feet. The princess’ fear peeked as Darkous mirrored her movements. The dark lord seemed to take more interest in her than the battle, her terror like a flame to a moth. She stared up at her uncle as he stalked towards her, his mechanical white eyes lifeless. Darkous had a long clear scar down his right cheek; the dead tissue curving towards the edge of his mouth. He was wearing a pair of deep blue jeans and a plain black band shirt, the long leather trench coat concealing his weapons. The dark lord hid his long night black hair under a leather hat, more scars becoming clear around his e

He knew the places to hide and the people who would help keep our presence a secret from the Vampire king. All of us slowed as we approached the Nightcrawler. His shadows slipped away as we finally reached him. His yellow eyes assessed each of us. The corner of his lip tipped up, revealing his unnaturally white teeth. "Well, don't you all look like shit," Drabek let out a deep chuckle before shaking his head. None of us huffed a laugh at his amusement. I quickly eyed the others seeing their unamused expressions matched my own.

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