Dark Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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Daemon . Arrogant? Filthy? Yes and yes. But also gorgeous, and so sinfully sexy in that forbidden, dark way that lit something wicked inside of me. I whimpered, my fingers teasing my nipples and sending shivers through me as I thought of his dark, smoky eyes, and that chiseled jawline.

A black maria zoomed along the highway in the late night. It’s noise loud enough to disturb the peace and serenity of the evening. The front and passenger seats were occupied by two policemen who were chatting away, while the back was occupied by criminals who had just received judgment and sat in handcuffs. The air was filled with gloom as none of the criminals made any sound. Each to his own thoughts. “I swear to God, Arsenal has to be the most useless team I have ever seen in my life.” The cop who was driving cursed as his face squeezed in anger.

Godric wondered, as Louis often scribbled on his sleepwear. Amon's nudity wasn't the only thing Godric had to see, however. Louis had taken a few steps from the bed and began to undress in front of the two blue-haired men. As the covers fell, he began to tell about Gehenna, which might distract Godric a little, but not entirely. He tried to avert his gaze and hoped Louis would wear something else, even though he knew his hopes would not be fulfilled. Not from Louis, who was sleeping naked at Godric's. “Gehenna is a dark place. The sky is not as disgustingly bright as it is here, so that one is blinded after getting up. There is no sun like in Assiah. The sky of Gehenna is mostly covered with

I didn’t care anymore. “You are a toxic person Grayson. How do you cheat on me, impregnate another woman and then blame me for the ending of our relationship? You beat me up so many times and still I let that shit go because I love you and know that you are an amazing person. I put up with all the shit you threw at me because … YOU …. WERE … MY PERSON”. I shouted at him letting the stinging tears fall from my eyes. He looked bewildered, taken a back. “Were…” he repeated his bloodshot eyes going wide. He nolonger looked like a person, the look on his face resembled a wild animal. "Were," he repeated the work as if he was trying it out for the first time. “As in nolonger?”

After taking in his hot body, I needed to see what his face looked like. His wet dark hair fell messily across his forehead, his jaw was defined and messiless which looked dangerous in the cutest way. And those eyes... they were beautiful... in a threatening way; I felt a tremor run through me. They reminded me so much of thunder and lightning against a stormy cloud. His eyes were dark gray, like stormy skies. Terrifying yet mesmerizing—you stare and get lost in it. They said Damien Remington was a souless, remorseless alpha capable of crushing humans and even werewolves but they never told me how dangerously stunning her was.

she demanded through gritted teeth, her fists clenched. Tiodor stepped closer to her, not even bothering to sit down. Libia’s irritation was palpable, and it was clear that her physical appearance had changed drastically in recent weeks. She was thinner, with dark circles under her eyes that revealed her sleepless nights. Her cheekbones were more pronounced, and she now kept her beautiful hair tied up in a bun, her once-bright eyes now dull. He reached out to touch her cheek, driven by memories, but Libia’s firm rejection shattered his momentary reverie.

I said and continue walking. The silence grew more. Damn! Why are we still walking right now? I thought that the café was just near? I sighed heavily and glanced at Dark Hades that looks too handsome on his black hoody jacket. He has this aura that everyone would look at him without sweat. He can be a model actually! He’s tall and masculine. He’s manly and cool. His eyes are deep and brown, his brows is perfect and thick, his narrowed nose looks so confident, his lips are red and always in a thin line. And his jaw? It was perfectly engraved and everyone would think that he’s too perfect to be a human.

So beautiful and satanic. His eyes were not coal-dark but ocean-dark, deep pools that seemed to swallow light and exude a cold, evil acumen. His sharp features were chiselled with almost supernatural precision as if a master sculptor had carved him out of pure darkness. His skin, though flawless, had an unnatural pallor, reminiscent of marble but imbued with a hint of something more menacing, like the whisper of shadows that cling to the walls of a forgotten crypt.

Hale studied the gown silently for a long moment. Then his expression softened with something that looked almost sad. “You’re adjusting faster than I expected.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Adjusting?” I repeated. “I’m surviving. There’s a difference.” The room fell quiet again. I reached for my sketchbook and flipped through several pages before stopping abruptly. One design in particular made my stomach twist. Dark colors, sharp edges with dangerous elegance. Without meaning to, I had designed something inspired by Dante. Powerful, seductive and terrifying.