Dark Pfp Novels & Stories

“You decided a white wolf with no rank should attend to council members. You should know it will be the talk of the pack for as long as it will take them to find something more interesting to talk about.” He hissed “I don't care about what they say.” He didn't know why this was embarrassing but he always felt peaceful speaking with Nate. They had known each other for twenty years and had been friends for eleven and so Nate was always considered a safe space. “I feel connected to her.” Nate felt a knot in his chest and he tucked his hands into the pocket of his trousers to hide his fisting. “You feel a connection with a white wolf?” Avan ran his hand through his hair “I know what it sounds li

Pudim turns back to his computer, pulling up a picture on his browser. My jaw drops at the image on his screen. “Alpha Damon of Darksdawn pack.” Pudim drawls. Our pack's archenemy? No way. Tbc.

"Do I show you his photo? Everytime I try to show you his photo, you are disinterested..." "You are the one who told me that there have been claims from different girls that he dumped them after sleeping with them. Who would love such a person?" "Nothing was proven from those claims..." "But where there is smoke there is fire.I get it why Drake idolises him so much, it's because they are the same.Handsome with rotten characters. Plus trust me he can't look at girls like us twice." "It's just a photo, no need to be dramatic.Just one photo I promise.

I was just too scared to do so. He had just 1221 friends and 1 mutual friend with me, whom was Tana. I held my breath as I clicked on his profile picture curiously with shaky hands. It seemed like he was a lover of black colour because he was always in black whenever I saw him. And in the picture, he wore matching black jersey. As usual, there was a bandana tied on his forehead. But he hadn't sprayed his dreadlocks brown then, and it seemed like the picture was taken about several months ago, because his dreadlocks where really short.

His whole body was filthy from the dust and sweat. "Dark, your facial reaction the same as ever. Don't you feel good that we won? " Said Karlo, one of Dark's teammates. Simon hit Karlo right beside him. Karlo turned to Simon and laughed. Dark cast a stare over Simon and Karlo. "I'm happy. I don't have to smile just to let you know I'm happy. " Dark says he then turned his back to everyone and went into the bathroom. "Is he really happy that he looks that way?" said Karlo. "He seems to have more grief than happiness. Can't that guy smile?"

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

She can't still pinpoint his category- newborn, master, or elite, other than that he is a vampire. She remembered her eyes before everything had gone black; they are the most beautiful ones she has come across. They are not dull brown or dark brown. It's a balance in between which can only be described as the color of honey. Honey brown that is so light she could see the specks in his eyes.

His black lips spread into a wicked grin. "Gods, what I wouldn't give to have the chance to rip that bitches heart out, but apparently, your Queen already had the pleasure of doing that for me. So that'll have to do for now. As for the name, it's Drabek, but my friends called me Bek."

"Return." The group began to leave, a group of people carrying large mirrors, a group of people walking on two sides. The man is walking in the middle, his figure is tall, and the suit on him makes him even more powerful. The gun on his side seemed to move with every step of its owner, silent but extremely scary. King Ivan coldly stepped into his big black business car, his face in the dim light became more and more deadly. He reached out and unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt, his chest inside was enchantingly strong.

His posture as he fell eliminated the impact. "JA" showing a proud expression with a thumb up, his words along with a smile denoted great self-confidence. Zark could swear he saw a gleam come out of his smile. He was a young man brimming with energy. His white hair moved along his shoulders reflecting his surroundings. The blue color of his pupils made his eyes sparkle like those of an outgoing rogue. His long, pointed ears and grayish skin revealed that he was a Drow, better known as Dark Elves, a relative of the High Elves and Wood Elves.