Dark Bl Series Novels & Stories

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”

So I think we can move from there to a deeper feeling. Christina, the one and only lady of my heart, I know as well that your heart beat faster when you were with me. I'm a vampire, I have acute senses, so you can't hide something like that from me. If this is not a sign that you have at least similar feelings towards me, then you can stab a stake straight into my heart, cut off my head and burn my body to ashes so that I will never rise again. Because if I can't love and adore you for eternity, my life will be completely meaningless. I have been alone for so long that for me rejection equals death. Forgive me for writing such things, and if it sounds like blackmail, but I write everything h

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

I replied and poured the juice for both of us "I see you are a huge fan of black and dark purple" she sipped the juice gracefully and I couldn't help but stare at the movement of her lips..... I cursed deeply at the lustful thought going through my mind. I had dumped that attitude a long time ago "Black is the best...." I said "Black is wicked" she muttered "At least it's not sad....." "I prefer brighter colors, white, lemon, pink, sky blue, orange and even yellow" she said with a straight face

"I really don't want to go hard on you, dear Ophelia, but with your desperation to kill me, I don't think I can just stand and do nothing. Don't blame me for being harsh." "Blame you? Of course, I won't. In fact, I want you to show me all you've got. How dare you harm my family and speak ill of my child! You are a despicable monster!" I launched another attack and followed it with two large fire balls but he was too fast he was able to dodged it. "Now my turn," he muttered before he lashed his sword on air, creating two blows that formed two heads of black tigers made of dark smoke flying towards me.

Could that be submission? As the blackwolf hesitated, a howl was heard nearby and two more werewolves suddenly dashed into the clearing, startling him and making him jump back. The two new wolves approached and the black wolf took in their sight. One was gray and the other was white but the common feature of both canines were their yellow eyes that glowed in the dark. They approached the fallen wolf and the gray one crouched and nudged him up. It was obvious that the brown werewolf was the alfa-male. As the three wolves stared at the black one,the tension in the atmosphere cleared. It seemed to be more peaceful. The matter was settled.No one was willing to fight again.The wolves retreated.

Dark bored said. Blake frowned at him. "Do you believe you'll still be alive, Blake?" asked Dark. Blake was amazed and looked at his body lying in bed. The noise from this device was strong, Blake had a bandage on his head, he also had a bandage on his chest. Blake couldn't resist hanging onto his head and chest. Blake turned to Dark, and looked at what he was wearing. Dark is all black, with gloves and a coat. Its elegance was more pronounced in the coat, but the expression on his face was still the same.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

Blair felt her heart race, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows—a massive wolf with fur as dark as night, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. It stood at the edge of the clearing, its presence radiating menace. Blair felt her breath catch in her throat. “The dark force,” she whispered, recognizing the embodiment of their fears standing before them. The dark wolf let out a chilling laugh that echoed through the forest. “Ah, the Keeper and her little band of misfits. How quaint. You think you can stand against me?”