روايات وقصص ضمن Dark Horse: An Orphan X Novel

My dragon likes the stone and I enjoy seeing pride in his eyes when I wear it. Sir Orifice only had one goal and that was to remove my dress and fuck me. Hitting him over the head with a large vase from the nightstand beside the bed was easy. Repeatedly stomping his fingers beneath my boot satisfying. My thirst for blood began as a child when I planned to kill the dragon. I will never be a normal bride. Had never been a normal child. Somehow the gods matched me with the one man who would see my savagery as a bonus.

Seraphina decided to put the shoes back in the wardrobe and exited the room barefoot. Seraphina wandered aimlessly for a while, she hoped she would bump into Bethel, Rose or Melanie but, she didn’t know where their rooms were located. The Palace truly was magnificent. Beautiful portraits adorned the walls and there were painted designs on the high ceilings showing the history of the Empire. As Seraphina explored, she found herself in a library. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with rows upon rows of books, in the centre of the room were leather chaise lounges and armchairs. She walked around the perimeter of the room allowing her hands to trail across the books, she stopped on a bo

In a whirlwind of months, we were dragged into a battle to the death and children were left in the care of the old and frail, or the pregnant. We waited endlessly to find out who of our loved ones would come home to us. Until one lone night, the people who cared for me in their absence, the last of the Whyte’s who were too vulnerable to follow them, were slaughtered by invading vampires in our own homes on the far edge of the farmlands, and I was a lone survivor who was then shunted to the orphanage. The events of that night are so foggy and hazy, I don’t really remember it at all, or why I was even spared. I was just a child.

Loud inhales and exhales seem to fill his lungs with anything but air. The anticipation of Death is what Dominque feared most; never would he have imagined he would be staring Death in its eyes; through his swollen eyes, all he could see was a tall, dark figure as it emerged into the darkness, "Please stop," he pleaded. ‘Welcome to Dark honor, where Death is more pleasant than being in the presence of Lucifer.’ Joshua and Tiffany grew up in a dangerous neighborhood because their dad ‘Lucifer,’ a well-known kingpin, wanted his kids to be street-smart.

Tara mentally measured the distance this strange and handsome rescuer had to carry that dead weight and creased her brows. “What about putting him on the back of his horse?” she asked. “Good idea,” Dominic said with relief. “Can you hold that beast steady for me?” “I’ll try,” Tara replied as she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Dominic reached for the gelding’s reins and handed them to Tara. Her heart pounded uncontrollably as she moved closer to the black beast. She had never been near so large and powerful a horse and his nervously wild actions made her apprehensive. To her relief and surprise, he stood in statuesque fashion while Dominic eased Brandon onto the saddle. He eased

The tall man watched in horror as his two companions gurgled on their own blood, but I didn't have enough time to watch them bleed. Two more soldiers reached me when the one on the outside started rattling the gates. A kick from one of them was blocked, whilst my fist collided with the other. Daggers of shadow jumped between my fingers, swirling over my hands. Knuckle guards, so that my blows would be felt even through their protective plating. Twirling on my feet, I sliced through one knight's throat and imbedded a dagger into the other's brain. There was something wrong, perverted, with the armour they wore. With the blades they carried. I wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Five more me

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

Chapter 25 Nathan *****WARNING: This is going to be a very dark chapter. For those that have suffered past trauma it may not be wise for you to read. I tried to warn you at the beginning that this is a very dark and twisted book. So I will mark with *** when its going to go really dark. So try to skip to the next ** if you think it will be to much for you.*****

I knew there was something wrong and I could smell danger in the air. People always said to be forewarned was forearmed, right? I didn't want to help or do anything for that matter as I entered my bed, pulled the duvet up to my chin and ended up staring at the girls face I had sketched and it had one word I had heard. Princess. Becca's POV I love you for your flaws and darkness because your darkness is beautiful. When everything went black, I gave a sigh of relief. He couldn't hurt me here or find me or taunt me. He couldn't touch me because I was dead. Or I hoped I was.

*Darkness* Dominique’s POV A team of teen headed with me to track down the bastard and bring Allorah back. My heart felt it was going to run out of my rib cage. A suffocating feeling making me feel like I had lost Allorah forever, but thankfully Allorah was smart.