Dark Pfp Novels & Stories

That long black hair was the reason why she was called Dark Shadow, for it was not merely a decorative piece. Kneeling before Dark Shadow was a walker. This walker was a variant at the peak of 3 Stars; however, right now he looked nothing like a warrior. His limbs were cruelly crashed and one of his eyes had been pulled out forcefully, allowing it to dangle freely out of its socket, held onto by a thin cord of connective tissue. There were several burn marks on his body and there was no life to be seen in his only functioning eye. This was a creature that had been forcefully broken.

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.

The man asked me and I don't know if he was annoyed with me because I mistook him for a bartender or maybe he was just acting annoyed to make me feel nervous. "You look like my next mistake, Jake." I jokingly replied to him causing him to frown at me. Jake Andrich is also known as Jakipz, the online celebrity who's famous for his thirst trap photos, his pictures are all jack-off worthy. But Jake became more famous because of his OnlyFans account where he posts nude videos and photos. Jake Andrich was like a sex god, his body was so beautiful even if it was full of tattoos, but I think it suited him well. He is the perfect definition of the words, 'gentleman but somewhat rude' because his han

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

She turned around and smiled, "I'll be just a few minutes, and I need a shower." "Take your time," he offered. Once she was in the room, he stepped on the porch. Sliding his phone free he sent a text message with the club he was heading to as well as ‘she knows about wolfin but not what she is. Might need your help. Please advise.’ Then he walked in and sat on the couch. Oshey returned to the front room fifteen minutes later. She was now in shorts and a little belly top. Oshey’s navel was pierced, and just below the belly ring was the most interesting birthmark. The birthmark resembled an obscured paw mark.

Grey eyes, jagged black tattoos and sandy blonde hair crammed into a tight black shirt and pants. “Don’t attack! I’m White Forest, I’m White Forest!”

He said with a frown. Scrolling down he saw another picture of Bash, he was naked but his bottom was painted in rainbow colour and he was leaning on a wall painted in same colour with his lips pouted. Clicking on the photo the caption was happy pride month. Storm rolled his eyes at the caption. Scrolling further he saw other selfies of Bash with the flat chested pretty face girl and his smile faded. Clicking on the name that was tagged on one photo he was taken to the flat chested girl profile. The first picture was of her without a wig and she had no makeup on her face.

I ended up turning feverishly towards the man behind me, mentally prepared to rattle him out of his drunkenness when I suddenly and unexpectedly stopped abruptly and just could not utter a single phrase. There he was, nonchalantly tilting against the bar. He seemed to have dark eyes and dreamy dark brown hair. His skin was tanned, while he had a sleeve of body art on his upper forearm. He had also been decked in a simple black shirt that accentuated his muscled body. I was absolutely dumbfounded when I saw how good-looking he had been.

I immediately turned around and stood up to see what it was I stepped on I didn't turn on my flashlight right away because it was the moon who lights up the half average of the cafe yes the other parts of the café were illuminated by the full moon. I was so shocked when I confirmed what it was, but not what is it but who is it? I covered my mouth when I realized it was a human. An unconscious person with many deep wounds I didn't move him right away maybe because he's an opponent he looks almost the same as the red eyed dead, his situation doesn't gone too far but because of my stubbornness I immediately touch it and the flashlight I was carrying fell down as I saw the figures in my front my

He smiled, “my name is Derek Erwin Russell, middle name after my grandfather who raised me. I'm 29 and a Sagittarius. My mom … slept around a lot from a young age, she only cared about money and status and blah blah, I don’t think she even knew for sure who my father was for a long time. I lived with my grandparents from infancy. My mom later married my real father and wanted us all to be a happy family but I could care less. It’s all so fake. I mean my grandfather is a complete stuck up snob, don’t get me wrong, but you know where you stand with him, he is straightforward and I try to be that way too.” I raised my eyebrow at that, “really because it literally seems like everything about you