Dark Love Artwork Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

꒰ 𝔐𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ ℙℝ𝕀ℕℂ𝔼 ₊˚⋆ ( TRIGGER WARNINGS ) ╚═════════ • ≻ ♜ ≺ • ═════════╝ ☽ —— 「 Our love is untouchable 」 ❝ . . . . 𝕋HERE ARE A FEW TRIGGER WARNINGS, I would like to point out for this story, just in case, there are mentions of d/aths (e), there will be some ma/ipulation (n), slights mentions of r/pe (a) perhaps, c/r acci/ents (a, d), there will huge amounts of vi/lence (o), which be very graphic as well and some mentions of bl/od (o). ❞

Unlike the girl, he’s wearing black leather pants and is bare-chested. Nevaeh moves close to the painting, then gives me an appraising stare. But before she can say anything, an older woman steps forward. “It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it? It’s called “Supernatural Heart,” the artist captures a pure love very vividly.” Taking a step back, I try to create some distance between the picture and me, but the woman continues. “Cassia Garron is a wonderful artist. This is one of her darkest portraits. You should see some of her other work. She’s quite talented.” Nevaeh gapes. She’s definitely making the correlation between me and the painting.

She looked ruined. And she couldn’t stop. The next morning she returned to the tattoo shop once again. The old artist didn’t even ask questions this time. She simply nodded and prepared her station. “The heart piece,” Aria said, voice husky. “I want something that ties them all together.” The artist chose a stunning, dark design — a blooming obsidian rose with thorny vines that would sit right above her heart, with tendrils reaching toward her breasts and down toward her pussy like living roots.

The surrender of The Veil should have brought silence. Instead, it brought a deeper, more insidious quiet, the kind that preceded a knife in the dark. Two weeks after Valeria Kane’s public capitulation, I found myself alone in the art studio again, paintbrush hovering over canvas. The piece was darker than anything I’d created in my old life — swirling shadows forming two figures locked in an eternal dance, one crowned in blood, the other in thorns. Damien’s influence was everywhere, even here.

Luz’s breath caught as her fingers cupped his face, the simple touch sending a jolt of warmth through him. He blinked slowly, sitting upright to see his reflection on the armour on the floor. He realized she was right– the crimson glow in his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by the familiar amber he had not seen in what felt like forever. “Fuck,” he breathed out quietly, his own hands coming up to cover hers. “I have not seen myself look like this since the city of Dourado fell.” The black veins down his right arm remained visible but appear less aggressive than before. “You are doing this,” he said with a mix of awe and resignation. “Your presence is actually pushing back the darkness

If only she could see him in the light that he saw her, if only she looked past the fact of him being her father’s murderer and come to see him for who he was truly, but that was nearly impossible, her everyday contact with him, reminded her of the fact that her father was dead and he was the cause. He almost regretted killing her father, even if it had to be done, sometimes, he wondered how it would have been if they had met in a different circumstance, would he be allowed to woo her, will she accept, would their life had been different from how it is now. He had to admit to himself the very base of what he felt now, LOVE. “I think I’m love with you, Dianne Nefertiti Nigel Maximillian, and

She had bought one more painting but the present painting pinched her heart as if she had been in that young girl's place. The art was abstract yet concrete. The were 2 people, more like lovers lost in each other's comfort. There was an intimate connection where the girl's hand explored the man's body and he seemed to feel it. Their foreheads were joined and there was tender smiles on their faces. But the most astounding thing was that the background was completely black as if illustrating darkness. She just couldn't stop herself and finally said- "5000 million dollars" . There was complete silence in the room .

(So beautiful) Unable to look at him anymore I turn my gaze towards myself in mirror. "I have brought a gift for you." Luciano says standing behind me Infront of mirror. He strokes my back with his fingers. Shiver runs down my spine. I just noticed that he has a black box in his hand. "Close your beautiful eyes, Ana" With having no energy to fight I close my eyes. He moves to side and I feel his lips on my neck. "Open your eyes." I open my eyes and see a beautiful diamond necklace on my neck. It is so beautiful and is shining so bright.

Darkness, his cover, he drinks its sin, malevolence and gain power from the shadows. – Bloodsongs. --- (Art) Art was angry that she didn’t wake him up the night before to say anything right now. He feared, what would have happened if Ahriman decided to push farther. The bastard was in her head, and that made him angry, restless, wired. He looked at her, oh how she sat, like there was nothing wrong with their life, their damn life, like everything was fine and dandy.