Dark Academia Pfp Novels & Stories

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Pulling out the Halloween stuff, Alec looked at a few pictures I had printed. “This is…” “Too scary for you?” I gave him a look. He was actually looking at one of my gross displays. It was a skeleton with pastrami as skin. The body had pastrami on the bones and the rest was a massive skeleton charcuterie board. “No. I just won’t be able to look at you the same way.” “What? Why?” I asked, slightly hurt. “I assumed you were more of the cute Halloween theme person. In reality, you are the dark side.

_FLASHBACK_ I was able to catch a glimpse of the new princess. She was a beautiful baby. Her light mocha complexion and black wavy hair with purple strands within it made her eyes, which were a deep purple with flecks of lavender in them pop. She was going to be stunning when she was grown, and she was going to be mine. “What a beautiful baby girl you have there.” I drawled. “What the fuck are you doing here Ulrich? I have no idea how you were able to sneak through security, but you need to leave now before I call the guards.” Prince Harhream growled.

Cherie How can happiness be so fleeting? From being happy and content one second, to terrified the next. The beast in front of me snarls, its golden eyes pinning me with a look that sends bile rising up to my throat. I don’t know how one would describe the scent of death perfectly, but this monster is the embodiment of the word. It’s incredibly taller, even taller than Creed or Alpha Kai, covered in black fur, and standing on two legs. With claws the size of a grown man’s full hand, sickly yellow eyes, and scars littered all over its body, I know this is Creed’s Lycan.

This time, there was no dead body, and I was still clueless. "The 3K's, they were also called the 3 Kings, the most famous, handsomest, and strongest werewolves in the Werewolf Race! It was a group consisting of Butch Fender, Cyrus Roaster, and their leader... Daxton Astrid." Gabriella explained as she looked between the crowd. Daxton Astrid... What was in the name that made my heart skip a beat after hearing it? I shook my head. It must have been because his surname was the same as this University, the Astrid University.

Way to go, Liv. This is a great start as the official Dark Moon Luna. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

A perfect plain jane. The dress fell to my knees and flowed lower in the back. I wore a pair of black high heels that buckled around my ankles. Long sparkling earring hung at my ears behind the large waves of hair. My make-up was dark and sharp, but not overdone. Instead of hiding my eye like most night club make-up did, it accentuated it, making my blue eyes pop in a grayish color. I held my forearms out. The Aurora and Night sword were tattooed on my inner forearms.

Psych was a fucking employee of his. "His real name is Aaron Shields. He is thirty-seven and worked there years ago but was let go because of his use of drugs. He split from his girlfriend, lost custody of his kids, and joined your club under the name Psych, which he got on the streets." I look from the bench's rotted wood up to Snake's piercing green eyes. Fuck he looks just like his son right now. Sam always had a ticking jaw and now I see he obtained the annoying habit from his father.

But in not far away, Gavin, Kulas and Khez were there and they both fighting out of their lives. • • • • • • • •+ Happenings in my life right now is nowhere to put back instead of holding a pen I hold Guns instead. These unreal monsters who surrounds me are only appears in my dreams but I think I myself was also in my dreams alone. I positioned myself, and started firing them using my AEK-971it has knife in it. I loved action movies eversinced like how I wish I was once the protagonist of those movies maybe deities granted my wish

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.