Dark Horse Novels & Stories

The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi. I later learned from a very drunk Candice, that her and Austin didn't have what one might call, a good start at their relationship, but where they are now, is true happiness. I envy them for finding their happy ending, even though fate fought against them, they made it out on top.

The blood splattered on the ground, but it also could not lessen their anger and desire to kill people. “all of you, turn back, let’s chase her” The biggest guy spoke aloud in a hoarse voice. Each of his dragon tattoos on his neck and the back of his neck became wrinkled because of his anger. They continued to return to that place. Suddenly, a large animal blocked the way. It extended its sharp claws toward the group of people. One by one, they were torn apart in the middle of the forest, even the biggest guy. The animal looks like a big wolf. The animal smelled and it chased in the direction in which Lily was running.

"Faster... Please...." Adrain realized his dragon had disappeared after coming inside Elysian, he mentally thanked them for that, he didn't want anyone to interfere with them, not even his Dragon. He slowly picked up his pace, moving faster every second still hitting Elysian' prostate repeatedly. Elysian let out soft moans at each thrust, letting out soft ah's every time Adrain's tip met her wall and prostate. Adrian groaned as he listened to Elysian's sexy soft moans, he definitely in love with her vocals.

Gasps filled the room. Before anyone could react— She ran. Straight out of the store. Dante’s men were still frozen in place, arms full of shopping bags. Amara sprinted down the street. Her loose red dress whipped around her legs. Her hair flew behind her in the wind. She didn’t stop. Didn’t look back. She ran until the bright luxury street faded into darker, quieter roads. Her chest burned. Her legs trembled. But she kept going. She didn’t notice the sleek black car slowly trailing behind her.

The soldiers scrambled for higher ground, their formations broken, their weapons heavy and slick with mud. "Now!" I cried, pointing my sword toward the valley. "For Nocturne!" We descended like a landslide. My horse, a massive black stallion bred for war, tore through the mud with ease. I reached the first line of Drakos infantry. They were exhausted from fighting the current, their spirits broken. My blade moved in a blur, cutting down soldier after soldier.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

Her lids had already begun to half close and Damascus could feel that their time together on this Earth was coming to an end. Before Damascus could react, a dark shadow emerged out of the trees and crossed the highway. Damascus had tried to slow down too quickly for the speed that he was going and the 321-horsepower beast beneath him began a deadly wobble. The death wobble so they called it. Damascus attempted to keep control but in the end the machine did what it wanted and flew. Ejecting its rider in the process.

Almost. A deer froze ahead, eyes wide, then bolted. Diego slowed, pulling an earpiece from his pocket. Music helped. It drowned out the other noises—the heartbeat of a rabbit three hundred yards east, the scurry of beetles beneath fallen leaves, the whisper of his own blood, always a little too loud. He tapped his screen. Kizz Daniel — “One Ticket.” An old favorite. For a few minutes, he was just a man with a good beat and an open trail.

“As Blackwoods, we have carried our legacy with pride. We have built cities and empires. My beautiful wife, my sons, and my precious jewel…” Even Marlene looked confused. She couldn’t understand why her father was being so sweet. “What is he up to?” she muttered. “And to strengthen this bond,” Mr. Blackwood continued, “the Al Khaleds and Blackwoods are forming an alliance through the marriage of their children: Marlene Blackwood and Raheem Al Khaled.” The crowd erupted into applause. I froze. Marlene looked shocked and speechless. I stared at her and knew exactly what was happening. Raheem was gay.

**** When they were done swimming, Nathan suggested that they unhitch the horses from the cart and go for a ride, and as relaxed as she was, Crystal thought that it was a novel idea - and so it was that they were coming over a hill when Christine spotted them. Nathan was riding a black horse, which was his special riding horse. It had black fur with a white marking on the forehead, making it look noble and elegant. Crystal was riding the brown horse, Zeus, which was Christine’s special horse, and when she saw the other woman riding her horse, her ire began to rise. She brought her hand to her mouth and whistled.