Dark Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Ivory gasped angrily and she used her remaining strength to launch an attack on Keya but unfortunately Adger used ice element to throw her away and she flew like a piece of rag. ‘Arghh’ Ivory groaned in pain as more blood gushed out of her body. A high grade cell is where the harshest method of torturing usually occurs and it is aimed at giving the person a slow death and a low class brothel is where beggars can even sleep with women for two copper coins, even two copper coins can’t buy an apple. ‘Pathetic’ Adger glanced at her with a look of disdain ‘to think you’re next chosen great witch, and you are defeated like a fly, go die’

Natasha was left with a scowl on her face. As for Damian, his face showed a whole different emotion. Amusement gleamed in his eyes, a smile played on his lips. His green orbs were as dark as ever, as mischievous as a fox. Oh my God, he was actually enjoying this but I wasn't..... at all. He thinks this is a game? Well, two can play that game. ''What do you want?'' Damian's tone was bleak. Natasha still rubbed her fingers across his jaws and chin as he spoke.

It was Damon—but it wasn't him anymore. His jaw was unhinged, hanging at an unnatural, broken angle that allowed a thick, tar-like black fluid to seep down his chin and stain his bare chest. His veins weren't green or blue; they were thick, pulsing ropes of obsidian that crawled up his neck and spilled into his eyes, turning his sclera completely pitch-black. A pale, sickening violet flame flickered behind his pupils, dancing with a cold, mocking intelligence that did not belong to a pack wolf.

Not like anything has changed. It’s the same as it was with the aesthetics of poison. I like to imagine it as my own space by hanging framed images of actual Space. I don’t show off as a lover of black on the outside, and don’t overdo it—I mean, dark makeup and sorts. Even my home didn’t have a gothic vibe until I came across this interior design on social media. I know I made the right choice by that. Because even after all these months, I’m still stunned by the design.

The door opens. She’s exactly what I expected and nothing like it. She’s tall in a dark coat, expensive, the kind that costs more than my first car. Dark hair pinned back with the precision of someone who doesn’t allow disorder near her. She’s beautiful and certain dangerous things are beautiful, clean lines, no warmth, the aesthetic of something that will hurt you without personalizing it. She looks at Dante first. They always look at Dante first. Then she looks at me.

Lijn implored her Mate , who pulled her by the hand forcefully toward him, gently thumping his chest. " Don't interfere, Ardina." I looked at him angrily. What does he think? Does he see her weak or what just because she can't transform? She pushed him stubbornly, "I'll interfere." Darkle's Mate smiled, advancing toward her, and immediately Zayn put it in front of his back, afraid of getting hurt “ What a weakness.” Nya, with long black curly hair, provoked her, unworthy of an old woman like her, right? But her slim, very white body, the beauty of her features, not a single gray hair, and those green eyes reflect her age.

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

Under the light this way, she can now see his dark features. Taesha's breath got caught in her throat and lungs. Dexter took her breath away. Arresting hadn't been the right word to describe his handsome face. He was beautiful. Prominent cheekbones and full lips. Beautiful bronze complexion. His dark features and black hair surround those astounding Icy blue eyes. It made him stunning to look at closeup. Releasing a long leisurely sigh, Taesha realized she was staring at him. She quickly snapped out of it. "You can open the door. I'm about to freeze to death out here." Taesha says, shivering.

I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned. He threw me relentlessly on my bed and was thankful it was soft enough not to injure my back. He started getting rid of his White Armani suit. His eyes were visibly full of fire and desire. His movements were collected but fast. There is no stopping him, that is what he wanted to convey on his coal-black eyes. "Are you scared now, Milady?" He asked, with a voice so raspy and cold. His bare chest was already flashed before my sight. It was sculpted perfectly. I noticed his scars, which didn't even matter because it made him sexier and more dangerous.