Dark Naruto Novels & Stories

He almost pulls his right arm from the shocking fear but during that time he gets the glimpse of what a Siren is. Four of them step out of the forest and into the small clearing that the pair of orcs are in. Two of them approach Narset. Its two most front eyes gazing at her like she is a new toy in the chest of her people. One of the Sirens grips Narset’s throat and tilts her head back so that the orc’s vision looks up upon the now blacken sky. A firm and native tongue stabs the air in from the handsy Siren. “No elf. No face.” The paler blue siren beside her looks at her and then to Narset. Though this one speaks in the common tongue. “You. Faceless one. Where is it?” Slowly, Narset’s arm be

i forgot how to breath. Damon Darkthorn stood at the diner entrance.he looked….different.five years had carved him something much worse.His shoulders were broader,he had a scar across his jaw.the suit he wore looked so expensive.worth more than my yearly check.his icy blue eyes didn’t look as cold as before,they looked empty.longing. Darian stepped in just behind him.Same face,same scar which I assumed where marks from war.But his eyes,oh God of the moon.They looked hunted.Troubled.

One struck Mike in the neck, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious within same second of impact. Jared's reflexes kicked in early, and he caught the second dart targetted at him mere inches from his face. He glanced around the surrounding, sensing as the air reeked of murderous aura. Then his eyes locked onto two figures emerging from the shadows. They were clad in ninja attire, their faces obscured except for their glowing red sad eyes which only meant one thing - They were unmistakable, asassins from the Tribe of Sorrow....A legendary assassin clan with extraordinary powers. They would kill for the f*e and with pleasure in their heart. It was what they're birthed for and to do.

Inside a clean, modern apartment tucked above a noisy café in the city, Natalie sat on the floor of the living room with her legs crossed, her hands glowing faintly above a small silver bowl. Inside it were several strands of dark brown fur, some crushed leaves, and a drop of her own blood. The lights in the room flickered slightly as she chanted softly, her voice steady and low. "Turn the kind to wrath and fire, Bend his heart to cold desire. With every breath, his love shall die,

Dim light flickered from torches set into the walls, casting eerie shadows across the floor. Nathan scanned the room, his heart sinking as he took in the sight before him. At least a dozen figures were standing in the chamber, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light. They were undead—werewolves who had been brought back from the grave to serve Natalie’s twisted purpose. “Stay sharp,” Nathan whispered, his grip tightening on his blade. “Remember what Darius said—strike fast, aim for the heart.” The undead werewolves moved with a jerky, unnatural grace, their eyes fixed on the intruders. For a moment, there was a tense standoff, the air thick with the anticipation of violence.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.