Dark Pit Fanart Novels & Stories

It is the word that keeps it going. It is sure it had seen someone for a few seconds. A boy perhaps. It keeps its eyes on the window but no one comes to sight anymore. It walks past a house with its light slightly contributing to that of the moon, a brighter image of the figure is visible. It is human. A girl. Definitely in her late teens. Her eyes are red as flames. Amber. Her gaze is faint and fuzzy like she can only see what is exactly in front of her. Her dress is white, assuming the dirt and unknown substances are cleaned off it. ***

On the fourth painting, there was vegetation on the land such as trees and grasses. On the fifth painting, the sun, moon and stars had appeared in the clouds just beneath the upper sea. On the sixth painting, sea creatures had appeared in the lower sea while birds had appeared in the expanse beneath the upper sea. On the seventh painting, animals had appeared on the land. On the eight painting, a gorgeous naked man had appeared on the land, sheepskin covering from his waist to his thigh. On the last painting, a beautiful woman had appeared before the man and they were sharing an apple. Her breasts were covered in sheepskin as well as her waist down to her thighs.

He stared up to his masterpiece, which are marks and hickeys, decorating his milky skin. Blake gasped when Luca abruptly pulled his pajamas all the way down to his feet until it was thrown on the carpeted floor. His small dick stood proudly before Luca, who's impatient to suck the life out of him. Without wasting any second, he sucked Blake's cock like a vacuum cleaner, making him squirm and helplessly moan. He did not last, and he cummed inside his lover's mouth, who gladly swallowed it all.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

“It’s healed." “Okay, so you meant you weren’t kidnapped or anything? You left the room yourself?” Annabelle asked Daniel as she sat beside him on the couch. The had made their way back to Tisha’s house and everyone changed and refreshed. It was already in the early hours of the morning and no one felt like sleeping again. Daniel had changed into a black T shirt and blue Jean shorts and was sipping from a Tea cup of coffee. “ Yeah.” Daniel said, dropping the coffee and leaning back to rest his head. “ It felt so weird. During my time of ..well..slumber if we can call it that, I saw my self in a forest and in front of me was a bat.”

I knew there was something wrong and I could smell danger in the air. People always said to be forewarned was forearmed, right? I didn't want to help or do anything for that matter as I entered my bed, pulled the duvet up to my chin and ended up staring at the girls face I had sketched and it had one word I had heard. Princess. Becca's POV I love you for your flaws and darkness because your darkness is beautiful. When everything went black, I gave a sigh of relief. He couldn't hurt me here or find me or taunt me. He couldn't touch me because I was dead. Or I hoped I was.

He opened the box and smiled when he saw colours and gifts in the box. There was a card for him, he opened it and saw Maya's message. "Kiddo, I know how much you like colours.. May this Holi fill your life with beautiful and vibrant colours. I miss you so much but enjoy your favourite festival and send me the pictures. Love you!" Damon placed back the card and opened the packet of red colour powder. "Keep it in my room." He ordered his bodyguard. He smirked looking at the red colour. "Let's make you regret wearing white, little fire."

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.

My warriors checked their armour and said quiet words to one another through the mind-link. They trusted me to lead them through what was coming. I wasn’t sure I deserved that trust. Behind us, my shadow warriors stood, fading into the terrain and becoming one with the dusk. The ancient shadow warriors stood apart, like sentinels carved from darkness itself. Dark energy from centuries of being dead radiated off them. I had awakened them knowing the cost. Old power never came without consequence. As the hours passed, clouds gathered quickly, folding over one another until there was total darkness across the land. The wind sliced through our armour and fur.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.