Dark Poems About Death

Azura just turned 18 and is finally going to meet her mate. All of the packs get together when an alpha’s daughter turns of age to help her find her mate before she goes into heat. Half way through the party Azura finally senses her mate in the room. When all goes quiet as the Dark Wolf enters with his family, Azura’s wolf goes nuts. She found her mate but is terrified to learn it’s to the Dark Wolf. Lyall has been gone for years, the night he comes home he finds his mate. When he entered the ballroom and his wolf goes nuts he instantly locks eyes with Azura, but all he can feel though is her fear. Will his mate’s life come to an end like his own mother? Or will Azura break the Greyback curse as the family calls it and bring light to his darkened soul?

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

He was a Kung Fu head trainer, who was framed by his two trainees in a rape and murder case of Clushia, a female trainee, who was obsessed with him. He was convicted and brought to the maximum penal institution called the 'Hellhole', for no prisoner got out of it alive. In one of the prisoners’ riots, he was forced to fight to defend himself but ended up killing another prisoner. He was put to an oubliette. Unknown to him, that oubliette is the door to an underground city, with an arena for the so-called “Game of Fangs and Death” by the Alpha Pharoah. The game is for five nights. If he wins, he will be given a free pass leading to a secret passage, away from the 'Hellhole'. Could there be an escape for him from the 'Hellhole'? Could his heart find an escape from the Alpha Pharoah's daughter, who has a lot of similarities to Clushia? It was like, Clushia had been born again through her. Would suddenly his never known powerful blood and lineage eventually help him escape from his death?

Abducted at the young age of 10, groomed by a mistress specialized in raising girls for special duties and catering to needs of sick depraved men, Isabella Blanchet had her life planned out for her before she got the chance to dream and make wishes. That was until she crossed paths with him, Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Moretti family. A legend to some, a scary bedtime story to get children in bed and a nightmare to all who crossed him. Some would go as far as calling him the boogeyman. Would he succeed in sinking her into the darkness or will she be the only ray light in his dark world?

He was born from shadows. She was born to destroy them. When Elara, a witch with forbidden blood, is dragged into the cursed kingdom of Prince Kael, she becomes the only one who can break his centuries-old curse. But every spell she casts binds her closer to him—body, soul, and heart. He’s dangerous, seductive, and cursed to crave what he cannot have—her light. She swore to free him, not fall for him. But the deeper she ventures into his darkness, the more she realizes... maybe she was never meant to save him. Maybe she was meant to join him.

"Have you ever loved me, even once?" I hummed when I herd that. Ridiculous. The tall man falling in a pool of blomanod. The scarlet stained his still perfectly delicate face. I never expected a proud Mafia King of all the underground, in the last few minutes of his life, would humbly say this insane words to me -- One who dreams of sending him to hell every day and night; one who could only become his eternal enemy. "No," I didn't spare even a glance to the man on the ground, replied ruthlessly and clearly in hatred, "Never."

Rachel led a boring life. That is, until she woke up dead. With no guidance and no support (besides her only friend), Rachel began to navigate her new lifestyle. In death, she finally began to live. Learning to be a new member of undead would be challenging enough, but Rachel was determined to track down the man who turned her. A bit obsessed, in fact. What reason did he have to murder her? Poor self control? Bored? The reasons really did not matter any more because soon she planned to end his (undead) life.

The moisture condensed from the atmosphere that falls visibly in separate drops came unexpectedly. People had no idea that raindrops carry an infected agent, which consists of a nucleic acid molecule in a protein coat and multiplies only within the living of a host. It's like a piece of code that can copy itself and has a negative effect, such as corrupting the system and destroying the mind's rational data. A virus that was so small and infectious that once infected, a person's body became a reservoir of virus particles, causing the infected person to become carnivorous. Every second is crucial. Who will save humanity from the undead army? Will you save the world even if around you is on the verge of death?

My mate's adoptive sister asked me to go for a walk in the mountain forest and we encountered a sudden flash flood. My mate Nathan, the Alpha of Snow Peak pack, rushed to save us. But because we were both trapped on a breaking tree branch above the raging flood, he could only save one person at a time. To save his physically weak adoptive sister, my mate abandoned me - his Luna who was five months pregnant. I begged him desperately to save me. He watched as the flood waters dragged me under. "Sarah has always been weak since childhood. If we leave her here, she'll die." "Your wolf is strong enough to swim, but Sarah can't swim." But after my death, he went mad.

"You don’t know what you’re playing with." He murmured, His hand traced a slow path down my arm, fingers firm but deliberate, sending a shiver straight to my core. "You are scared" “I’m not.” I whispered. He smiled. “You should be.” Before I could think, he closed the distance, his lips crashing onto mine, rough, urgent, claiming and fierce, consuming fire of his touch. "I can't stop. I don't won't to." Then he claimed my lips again. And soon, my lips moved. I was kissing back. This shouldn’t be happening. Just then footsteps echoed. “Rylan—stop, someone’s coming—” But his hands only gripped my waist tighter, holding me still. he whispered. “Let them. I don’t care.” then his lips crashed against mine, harder. I tried turning away but he grabbed my neck and stuck his tongue into my mouth. "Rylan please." my eyes dart to the door. "Stop." I struggled. His hand slipped down to grab my ass. Squeezing it tightly. "If you weren't wearing a jean, I would have stuck my fingers right into your holes. Fuck." He hissed then continued. A light knock sounded at the door followed by the twisting handle. No! ★ Some-secrets are born in fire... and some desires, forged in darkness. Alyssa Milano carries a past she can’t outrun-one soaked in blood, silence, and a secret that could ruin her. At fifteen, her innocence was stolen. Rylan Russo is danger, ruthless, powerful, and used to getting what he wants. When he sets sights on Alyssa, their worlds collide in a storm of obsession and desire. Is this a love story tocall? In a world where trust is poison and passion is a weapon, Alyssa must choose her path. A dark, twisted romance where survival comes at a cost.