Dark Designs Novels & Stories

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.

Everything about him is dark. Dark mind. Dark heart. Dark soul. Being hated by Him is dangerous. But being wanted by Him is lethal. Get ready for a wild ride.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

“Tainted, what is that?” “I have no idea. Eric changed the topic when I asked him about it.” “Alex, please scan the other page. I am dying to read what is on the other page.” Eva said rubbing her hands. She looked like a child who was desperate to open her present. ### Dark Shifters are polar opposites of Golden shifters. If Golden Shifters represent light, Dark Shifters represent darkness. They are the epitome of evil. They revel in pain, suffering, destruction, and are very manipulative.

It grew stronger and twice the size as before. The Darkness Palace was aptly named for several reasons. One, those who use Divination had trouble looking into them. A fog or blanket of Darkness obscuring everything they do. Only allowing people to see what they wanted to see if they themselves used Divination. Which Ren does because of his Mental Manual.

I almost gagged at the sigh in front of him. “Don’t call me blue balls.” Dominic let out a satisfied sigh as he stood up facing me, stains of blood covering his black jeans but they were barely visible because of the color, but his hands were totally another story. They were covered with blood, I could barely pinpoint his fingers so I tore my eyes from them and did one simple mistake. I looked into his eyes. His green eyes had darkness than any brown eyes I had ever seen before. He had this look in his eyes, a look that made you wonder just how many people he killed, or perhaps, he probably lost count with how sane he seemed to be.

My body betrayed me instantly; a violent tremor ran through my limbs as dread crashed over me in icy waves. His chambers were larger than I had imagined, yet strangely sparse. The simplicity of it unsettled me. Ryder’s taste had always leaned toward darkness, but this felt… hollow. Cold. Back when we were teenagers, he was obsessed with anything dark and gloomy, while I lived for bright colors—especially pink and anything that sparkled. Our school uniform was a hideous mix of orange and red that I secretly despised. But Ryder, being Ryder, had his uniform custom-made in solid black, the school crest the only splash of color left on it.

Going towards staircase, I see light coming from a room. It is always locked so why it is open today. Why there is light coming from it? Is someone inside? I look around and see no one. Maybe I should check it. I enter the room and see some cleaning supplies but no maid. Oh! Someone was cleaning it today. I check out the room and I am amazed to see it. It is magnificent and decorated beautifully. It is obvious that whoever decorated it had good taste. It looks like the room of little girl. Everything is chocolate coloured. Several teddy bears are placed on tables.

Asher admired how this floor seemed like a completely different world from the club down below. The Golden walls around them sported fancy faux oil lamps that gave the hall a calming glow. The carpets below their feet were blood red with golden accents and the doors to either of their sides were simple wood with golden overlay and gold metal plates displaying room numbers. Anyone with eyes could easily understand the higher the floors the more important the people were. Room 1510 appeared just to Ashers right. Taking a deep breath he motioned for David to knock, feeling it would be rude to just enter. Nodding David balled his fist and connected it with the door.

Liam stated, with his trademark smirk, looking me up and down slowly, making me squirm. Yeah, right! My brown hair was still damp because I didn’t have time to dry it because of his stupid ‘ten more minutes’ so I had pulled it back into a messy bun. I had thrown on my dark blue skinny jeans and red V-neck top and pulled a black hoodie and black converse. I had added the bare minimum make up, as usual, just a little mascara to make my grey-green eyes stand out, and some clear lip gloss. I did not look hot. Freaking asshole! I gave him the finger and walked out to his car. Leaning against it, angrily, waiting for them to grace me with their presence.