Dark Peter Parker Novels & Stories

"That man is gone now, he's dead and never coming back to haunt you anymore" Cornell Patterson mostly known as Dark Blood was shot dead by Liam when he tried to escape from them during his arrest on his property a week ago. Alice was able to find most of his documentations in his room and she eventually got the real name of Dark Blood. "I know he's dead mom, but it's hard to get over such traumatic experience. The damage has already been done and there's nothing that can be done about it". "There's something that can be done my child, there's a therapist we've being referred to that can help you get over this".

Alessandro Casio had made his name in the Mafia world as Il Pazzo, meaning The Mad One. The only thing being able to keep him sane had been Hezekiah Parker, his bodyguard and lover. Their relationship had been surprising as they were polar opposites. Alexander very unstable and Hezekiah, quiet and aloof. People still said that the reason why the world hadn't erupted into flames was because of him, and Paris believed it. He had watched Alexander gut someone with an ecstatic look on his face making sure they didn't pass out all through it but nothing could compare to the version he was when he had Hezekiah by his side.

He held up a drawing of a stick figure with a cape and a huge smile. I knelt beside him, pushing away the cold dread for a moment. "Wow, Jasper! He looks so strong! What's his name?" "Captain Awesome!" Jasper declared, puffing out his chest. "He saves everyone!" I smiled, a real smile this time, though it felt fragile. "He sure does. You're a great artist." I ruffled his hair, feeling the softness of it. His innocence was a sharp, painful reminder of why I was doing all of this. Why I'd just walked into Caden's trap. It wasn't for me. It was for this small, bright light, for Mom.

He was even willing to initiate a relationship with his sister, but after what she did to him, Samuel and Allison, Warren threw that possibility out of the window. 'Samuel!' thinking of him, Warren started to feel a little upset. While he really wanted to understand his reasons, Warren couldn't ignore the fact that Samuel tried to kill him. Back to Emile's question, he smiled when Warren shook his head. "They are rich and very powerful. The Parkers are not who they portray themselves to be. Because the person who was there benefactor of the Dark Wizard and the instigator of the attack on the cultivators of the Firea Continent was from the Parker family of Richmond. He was the brother of the

"Mom,but isn't Vador the name of our vampire king?" "Yes,he's the dark lord" "Dark lord,really mom?" Ava asked laughing"I bet you made this story up to scare us." "It's real!, the dark lord is vador" Aaliyah said going to the kitchen "My point is that I want you both to stop fighting everyday, Aiden lost his twin and a bigger part of himself.Who knows maybe you'll realize your twin power soon." "Mom we have no twin power "Emma replied "I haven't even figured out my special ability you know."

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

"I stay in the shadows, weaving my webs, playing my games, orchestrating countless conspiracies, achieving victory upon victory, and yet… They. Have. No. Idea.” He was laughing so hard, tears slipped from his eyes. "I'm very clever, you see. I leave no trace, no trail, nothing. I make it look so natural. Take a look at Daemonikai—he mounted his female into a half-dead state, but because he's a feral survivor, he has no idea what to think. Is it a resurface? Dark magic? Or was it all that crazy maze-trap mind of his? He treads uncharted territory." Zapier wiped the tears from his face. "I thought of all those things quite carefully, deciding... it was worth using up my last favors. The perfec

His claws on his knuckles were sharp, his suit black and flexible, and his parkour was something I admired. I jumped at the sound of the door opening behind me since Captain America was at the funeral of Peggy. That romance died, I guess. There goes my fantasy romance that goes on in my dreams. I sighed after I found that Xander was behind me, watching the screen. I plopped back down and shoved a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth. "So, Peggy, huh?" "Yep, didn't you see Captain America: The First Avenger?" I say, still staring at the screen.

“SEX TAPE, AFFAIRS, BASTARD CHILDREN—THE BLACKWOOD & PIERCE FAMILIES IMPLODE” It started with a new leak—grainy dash-cam and body-cam footage from years ago, anonymously uploaded to every major news outlet at dawn. The video showed a dark road, flashing lights, a younger Grey Michaelson behind the wheel of a luxury car, drunk and raging. A police officer—Officer Pierce, Mr. Pierce’s older brother, Ethan and Reina’s uncle—pulled him over for speeding. An argument. Grey shoving the officer. A struggle. Then a gunshot.

It made a soft hiss, like a snake. He raised an eyebrow, flipped it open. Scanned the first page. Then the photo clipped inside, Dave at some rooftop bar, his arms slung around two models who looked bored out of their minds, whiskey glass in one hand. James let out a low whistle. “David Whitaker. Hale’s personal psychopath. Damn, Julian. You don’t ask for easy, do you?” “Can you do it?” I asked, my voice flat, tired,y done with games. He laughed under his breath, but it wasn’t happy. “I can do anything, man. Question is, how deep in the shit do you want me?”