Dark Lady Novel Novels & Stories

As much as she loved her for it, her striking bravery, even when she was weak and under control, somehow she still oozed power. Michael took slow, dangerous steps towards her, the dagger in his hand, sharper than any dagger she had seen. Harlow's eyes instantly widened at sight, and she noticed the coat on it; she almost fainted, knowing how deadly it actually was. Silver. The one thing werewolves couldn't come back from. "What did you say?" It looked like Michael wasn't excepting what her mother had just said, and honestly, neither did Harlow. "I said, fuck you ." She repeated much slower.

Nobody ever held eye contact with me for long now that I'm this wealthy. Not unless they had a death wish. “Tell me something,” I said calmly. That calmness was dangerous. Everyone in this mansion knew it. “Has your former madam ever been with another man besides me?” The old man froze. I tightened my grip around the whiskey glass because the question itself was killing me. The way that bastard looked at her like he knew her, like he’d touched her before. Like Callista belonged beside him. Fuck no. I endured her cruelty, her coldness, her mood swings, her silence.

"Take your men and wipe out the goblins below us. There's another force coming up that wooded hill to our right, they're mine." Rhett swung his arms back and forth and rolled out his neck. "You got it; I hate those slimy fuckers." As Rhett signaled his men and they crept down to the valley, Damien reached inside the minds of his men and told them about the surprise awaiting them. Damien walked out and stood at the edge of the hill. He bent his neck from side to side then shook out his hands. As the first wolf appeared from the forest, Damien closed his eyes. He waited until the hillside was littered with as many men as possible, he could see each of their faces and the whites of their eyes.

Randy said. I snorted and reclined on the bed. "I don't know why my main readership is male, and they've requested me to write harem. But if one of the female leads were me, I'd report the male lead for bigamy!" Randy chuckled, "Skr, ruthless!" Having spent significant time with Randy, his delayed graduation had its merits. He stumbled upon my forgotten novels, and his favorite happened to be the one I wrote years ago. The sky, previously murky, suddenly turned pitch black as heavy clouds loomed. The shelter's lights had long ceased to function.

The first time I shifted was the most painful thing I've ever experienced but it doesn't hurt anymore. Nova scans the area to make sure no one else is around and expertly grabs the unconscious woman throwing her onto her own back and speeds back into the forest, "make it quick, don't make her suffer" I tell Nova. When we are far enough that no one can hear if this woman screams, Nova shakes her off her back and gives me back control. The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can.

The Great Hall of the Blackwood Keep had become a battlefield of competing realities. On one side was the "Clean Room Protocol," a world of shadowless white glass and sterile logic. On the other was Lyra Thorne, a woman who had turned her own agony into a shield of violet shadow.

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.

- Salvadore said, stopping suddenly in the middle of the room. Johhan only sighed heavily and nodded his head to show that he understood. ~~~~~~ After about fifteen minutes, Alice returned to the garden, leading Rita behind her. - Alice said that demons dipped Damon in the Lake of Darkness, but he still loves Selene. Is that true?- she asked. - That's how it is.- Damon replied, still looking at this sorceress with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. She was much older than Alice, so if she wanted to drive him away, Damon would have a much smaller chance of defending himself..

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

Her lips were drawn into a thin line and the water glowed. In everything, she made sure one person name remained in her head. Keisha Suddenly, the sorcerer dipped her hand into the burning water and that was all it took. Her body was finally enveloped by darkness and she was in a different world. A world dark and cold. A world void of life and redemption. A world like a volcano with dark clouds suddenly it. "I guess you are Rielle." A sweet, low voice said behind her. She gasped and turned, coming face to face with a beautiful lady, wearing a white apparel. She seemed to be the only life in the dark world.