Dark Dark No Mi Novels & Stories

“So what's the truth about you? A descent doesn't just show up. Who are you and why are you here?” “You think I willingly let myself be brought here? To live below what every basic wolf deserves? The only thing I would really love right now is to leave here. You all claim the white wolves are so weak, why is everyone threatened by my presence?” Nate tried to withhold his laughter but he failed “You think anyone here is threatened by you?” “You all have given me no reason to think otherwise.” “Tomorrow night by the creek. You'll find what you need.”

He smiled, “my name is Derek Erwin Russell, middle name after my grandfather who raised me. I'm 29 and a Sagittarius. My mom … slept around a lot from a young age, she only cared about money and status and blah blah, I don’t think she even knew for sure who my father was for a long time. I lived with my grandparents from infancy. My mom later married my real father and wanted us all to be a happy family but I could care less. It’s all so fake. I mean my grandfather is a complete stuck up snob, don’t get me wrong, but you know where you stand with him, he is straightforward and I try to be that way too.” I raised my eyebrow at that, “really because it literally seems like everything about you

He scoffed. “I’m just trying to understand your hang-up on all of this. All that stuff you were talking about with Sophia before, this college deal… I get that you’re a good alpha, but the hold you have on Darkmoon is different than mine. I built Midnight. The fears you have about your people don’t exist in my territory.”

He was beautiful and young. “You are a Lycan. What do you want here?” I tried not to raise my voice since he didn’t look dangerous. “Well, um, nothing much.” He shrugged. “I like being in dark places and here is the darkest I could find.” He causally replied. I looked at the place he pointed. There's no light in them. “Who’re you? What are you doing?” “The name’s Liam. I was just chilling.” He raised a brow. He was being too casual.

viola rolled her eyes and said "we want to give privacy to that love couple and wanna watch this fun" dhiren sighed in frustration and looked towards salomi and damien, damien answered "it looks beautiful" salomi asked "how it looks without moon or stars" damien replied "it might look scary" salomi said with a plain smile "it looks beautiful when there is moon and stars without them it looks scary and fearful, samething in bunny and don bro's life, they became eachother's support just the way moon and stars became supportive to this dark sky,

DRAKE The room was dense with darkness which was suffocating all the light like a thick blanket. I sat alone on the cold stone floor of the latest hideouts I had found, my mind filled with ideas that would not stop. Del Morino and his pack were even more powerful than I had expected.

Amora woke up with her cheek pressed against a floor of solid, polished black volcanic glass. The room was massive, shaped like the inside of a hollow tower. High above, there were no windows, only jagged tears in the stone roof that revealed a sky of permanent, twisting gray clouds. This was the dark heart of the northern peaks, the absolute center of the Dark Moon territory. Amora tried to push herself up, but a sharp, burning pain flared across her wrists and ankles.

[RUBY] "Welcome to the Camorra, Mia Kaufmann," the Boss finally announced, lifting his glass of crimson wine. The room followed suit, the soft clink of glass punctuating the silence. Mia undergone the ritual, pricking her finger just as I had done before, her face unreadable as the dark liquid beaded on her skin. Of course, this was all for show—an elaborate dance to keep suspicion at bay, especially from Luna’s watchful eyes. Mia was not yet a part of the Camorra. Not until her mission was complete.

"Are you ok?" Summer opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Reaching out she grabbed Asher's shirt trying to keep herself from passing out. "Times up." She muttered just as her whole world turned dark.

The Davis family's club was a playground for the high-stakes crowd, a haven for the allied families' vices. Francis held court at the poker table, a redhead on one arm, Nora on the other. Nora's dress left little to the imagination. Her makeup was flawless, but her eyes darted around, restless. I hung back at the bar, nursing a glass of water. Bernard sidled up next to me. "Holding up okay?" he asked. "Still kicking." Bernard fell silent for a moment before asking, "Did Nora give you the stuff?" "Uh-huh." I gave a noncommittal grunt, not elaborating further.