Dark Novels & Stories

I added. They all looked at me. Mark asked what the guy looked like, but I told him that it was so damn dark in there it was hard to see. Samaeya said the same thing. “His hair was dark, but I cannot tell you if it was black or a deep brown. His skin tone was the same as yours, but the one thing I do remember were his eyes. His eyes were this swirling shade of silvery purple. However, the purple seemed to change to blue at times.” I told them.

I log into my job's attendance app and request a personal day. After I shower, I look into my eyes. The longer I stare, the darker the mirror becomes. Inside, I see several black shadows standing beside me. I turn to face them, but nothing's there. Back facing the mirror, they become one and move directly behind me. Once they're no longer visible, I gaze deep into my soul. My dark brown pupils appear black. The longer I stare, the more I see this blue hue. It's a lovely shade of extra dark blue, outlining the brown.

<★★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★★> Damon stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes scanning the remnants of his brother’s life that had been left untouched since the day of his death. The air was heavy with the scent of old wood and dust, a somber reminder of the time that had passed. This room, once vibrant with the energy of his brother, was now a mausoleum, filled with memories too painful to revisit. Damon had avoided this place for so long, unable to face the reality of his brother's absence. But today, something had drawn him in, a need to connect with the person he had lost so tragically.

Fighter urge to rub my eyes like a maniac so I could be sure if what I was seeing was true. Adriana’s bright hair has turned dark. Not just dark. But black. Like someone you black. Jet black.

Each blow they exchanged left the bakery further ravaged, the once-cozy shop now a battleground stained with blood and chaos. Bruce’s savage attacks bore the unmistakable signature of Malrik’s dark influence. His light brown fur, streaked with crimson from Ryker’s counterstrikes, gleamed under the faint light. His black patch glistened like a shadow itself, as though darkness clung to him. His glowing amber eyes locked onto Ryker with an intensity that screamed of hatred and vengeance.

He was tall, easily six-three, with a presence that seemed to swallow the air in the room. He wore a black shirt, unbuttoned at the neck, and dark trousers that showed the strength in his legs. His hair was black, messy, falling over his forehead in a way that felt unstudied. When he moved forward, the light caught his eyes. They were the color of a storm at midnight, silver mixed with a deep, bottomless black. A faint scar ran through one of his eyebrows, a jagged detail that made his face look less like a dream and more like a threat.

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

Dr Hale stood less than five feet away from me, leaning casually against the edge of another table, arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes were dark when behind his glasses, and the sharp lines of his jaw were tight. He looked very much like a very strict professor. He had clearly been there long enough to see everything. My fingers were still buried inside me, the vibrator humming loudly against my pussy, my skirt was pushed up and my panties drawn to the side. Even my pussy was exposed and glistening with my juice. Heat dripped down my face but my body betrayed me as another wave of wetness coated my fingers.

CHAPTER 3: Rejection Aria’s POV I spun around. Kai Steel stood beside a sleek black motorcycle, helmet in hand. He was the fourth brother—quieter than the others, with dark hair that fell over his eyes and an intense, brooding presence that made my pulse quicken for reasons I didn't want to examine. Unlike his brothers at breakfast, he wasn't glaring at me with open hostility. His expression was... neutral. Almost sympathetic. Maybe he's different. Maybe not all of them hate me.

The tattoos were quite intriguing. ‘This guy is really big' Kimberly thought to herself, not taking her eyes off his large biceps. He eyed her suspiciously. She couldn’t help but swallow hard from fear because the person standing before her looked powerful, there was no denying that, but what caught her attention the most in all of his features were his captivating grey eyes, she couldn’t help but get lost in them. Kimberly gazed at the stranger’s eyes then she noticed that they flickered from grey to yellow and then back to grey. She flinched away in fear, wondering what the hell just happened. It seems she was slowly imagining things or probably starting to go crazy.