Dark Pit Fanart Novels & Stories

I can see the coldness In his eyes" "His eyes are always cold, silly" They gossiped as they walked towards the food section. Pheona stared into space, playing with the fork in her hand. "You will be mine, Damien" She mumbled to herself, her eyes holding a malicious intent

He thought about even in the dark as a phrase and what it described accurately. He texted Damien: Scarlett posted fan art. Damien: I saw it. Lennon: Even in the dark, Someone drew us and captioned it even in the dark. Damien: I know. Lennon: I am going to be thinking about that for a while. Damien: So am I. Lennon looked at his phone. He looked at the fan art again. He thought about a stranger drawing two people on a dark campus path and choosing that caption. It was not forbidden or secret or any of the words that had been attached to this from outside. Just: even in the dark.

She waited till her combination turned a bright purple and decided she had enough and couldn't wait for lilac and so she made her way to where he sat at the end of the room and dropped her beacon. “All done.” She said, waiting for his inspection. “This looks lilac enough?” He asked. Carol was not in the mood. She needed to go help out Emma with the remaining of her chores before it was dinner. “I’m sorry sir, I am not too good with colours. Isn't it?” Obviously, Hunter wasn't willing to entertain her either and so he took another look and then scribbled on his pad. “So what are you up to?” He asked.

The mysterious black business cars are slowly being transformed into battle vehicles, underneath powerful armored engines appear, and the car like a scarab rushes into battle. Jennifer froze, unable to believe this was the convoy just now. It's amazing how Ivan made them after all. The cars are changed in appearance and structure, slowly running straight into the forest. The space outside was extremely dark, each sound of insects calling was extremely eerie. Jennifer involuntarily shrank back, leaning against Ivan. "Afraid of what?" Ivan looked at her leaning against him, his eyes ferocious. “Who said I was afraid? It's just that I've never experienced this before."

Daphne's heartbeat doubled and her heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the thick forest. It was dark so she couldn't see the stones or wood that stood out. She could only grunt in pain when they injured her She breathed in short gasps, struggling to get air. Each breath was a fight against exhaustion, which was getting tighter and tighter. The palace guards were getting closer, their footsteps loud and echoing through the trees. It sounded like the end of her freedom. She heard their voices, loud and commanding, cutting through the night air.

I stare in absolute horror at the glowing purple mark spreading across Daryl’s chest, its veins pulsing with a corrupted, necrotic light that seems to feed directly upon the starlight essence of his heartbeat. The terrifying emblem of the dark portal has etched itself directly into his flesh, blooming outward from the center of his collarbone like a diseased flower made of pure malice and synthetic syndicate alchemy.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

Skylar I fixed two fluffy pillows, one in front of another, and sat on the ground, watching Dimitri move around. In his bag, he brought with him several and multiple stones, candles, a bowl of white, clear sand, and water. He placed the surrounding candles, creating a circle and a sound speaker. "I hope you're not trying to burn me alive." He chuckled at my uncertain tone as he lit up each one, then turned the lights off, leaving the room in the dim glow.

His eyes showed something else, something way above anger but I just couldn't pin point what exactly it was and the desire to know bouldered inside. ''Sky?....The napkin goes on your thighs and not on your chest, its not a bib for babies you know?'' Damian prompted again. Just then, Natasha's slender hands tentatively slid against his arms, feeling every inch of his bisects. What a slut! She had no shame whatsoever, no respect for the elderly present. His muscles relaxed as he pried his fingers off the cracked-close to shattering glass. He still had the scowl from before as he turned to look at her. But this time he smiled, fake smiled I mean. It was so obvious. This was just hilarious. I di

Devil POV. “Hmm faster…faster” I say enjoying every second of this, Elle is at work, my hands are tied above my head, ankles are also pinned to the side of the bed, spreading me open, but even in this vulnerable position, I still want to make demands, wanting him to fuck me harder. “Oh you love it rough” he says biting on my neck, I don’t like being marked, but since I’m his and everyone knows it, I don’t mind wearing his mark.