Dark Poetry About Death

"I'm so sorry, Dian. But this is wrong. You're too young. Too weak for someone in my position. The pack needs a strong Luna someday. Dian Drake was rejected by her mate and exiled from Shadowcrest Pack, but what awakened after was a power unknown to her. She reads every emotion and feelings, A mind reader. Can control multitude with her powers. It's a rare gift that should have stayed hidden, because now Draven wants her. The deadly rogue leader who hunts gifted wolves, building an army of the powerful and enslaved, and Dian's abilities make her his perfect weapon. Sheltered by Frostgale Pack, Dian trains under healer Thea while uncovering a deadly conspiracy. Luna Seraphine was murdered for discovering a hidden truth. Dian must master to use her powers to save Shadowcrest. The mate bond might tie her to Kael, she finds love in Frostgale during exile .Will she go back to the traitor or bond with Rowan?

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. He's holding a fake confession letter with my forged signature, storming into my old apartment in the rust district, only to find it empty. Frustrated, he grabs the corner store owner downstairs, demanding to know where I am. The owner pauses, wiping his hands on his apron, calmly tells him: "Serafine? She died five years ago." "Heard it was retaliation from a rival family during the gang war. They ambushed her in an alley... shot her over a dozen times. She died immediately." My husband, Lucien, refuses to believe it. Convinced the owner is on my payroll, hiding me to help me escape his reach. He scoffs, his eyes filled with scorn: "Oh, so what? Because I called her out for messing up that last job, now she's throwing a tantrum?" "You tell her, if she doesn't come back and take the fall in three days, I'll revoke her grandmother's 'special family protection'! Let the old woman rot!" With that, he storms out, his rage still simmering. The owner watches him leave and sighs, shaking his head. "There's no grandmother left to protect... That woman passed away not long after Serafine did... couldn't survive the winter without our family's medical supplies and protection..."

Sebastian Blake Velez is a reclusive billionaire feared for his ruthless empire. The world is shocked when he suddenly announces he will give away his entire fortune to the Velez Foundation. The nation trembles, rivals speculate, and whispers spread-some believe he is dying, others say a scandal is about to explode. But young journalist Mara Cruz refuses to accept the headlines. Determined to uncover the truth, she digs deeper into the foundation. Only to find that not a single peso has reached any charity. Instead, the billions are being funneled to something tied to Sebastian's secret past, a shadow presence holding the darkest keys to his empire. What Mara doesn't know is that Sebastian has been watching her from the very beginning-captivated by her courage, drawn to her fire, and torn between silencing her or protecting her. As he tries to mislead her investigation and shield her from danger, their paths cross again and again. With every secret revealed and every stolen moment, they begin to fall, unwillingly, unexpectedly, and against the odds. Will Mara chase the truth that tears them apart, Or fall for the man who could shatter her heart?

Born into a world full of evil, Nina's family were brutally murdered. She loses her memory from the tragic incident and sold out by her adopted father as a breeder. However, fate has its way of playing its games. On the day of the mating ceremony, she is mated to a ruthless alpha cursed with darkness. She is torment by him and chosen as a vessel to absorb his curse. But when two enemies are mated, desire and love begin to stir up their hearts.  Aside from being mates, they are destined to kill each other or perish by the hands of their enemies. Which would they choose? Play by the hands of fate or by the hands of their foes?

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

In the late stages of her pregnancy, my wife slipped away into the mountains with her childhood sweetheart, seeking some reckless thrill under the open sky. Fate, however, had other plans. She suffered a massive hemorrhage, and the two were rushed to the hospital. As a doctor, I took one glance at her condition and instructed the nurse to prepare for the cremation. In my previous life, I had risked everything to save her. On that very operating table, she and the child inside her perished together. Her childhood sweetheart, overcome with grief and fury, rallied others to accuse me of seeking personal revenge. Their rage was relentless, and they broke my hands. "A butcher like you, without medical ethics, deserves nothing less than eternal damnation!" they shouted, their words burning like brands on my soul. Yet I distinctly remembered—the surgery had been a success. Her vital signs had stabilized. Clinging to hope, I begged my in-laws to conduct an autopsy, to uncover the truth buried beneath the accusations. Instead, they called the police, who swiftly charged me with performing surgery under the influence of alcohol. Stripped of my rights, I was thrown into prison, where suffering became my only companion. Years later, upon release, I stumbled across a sight that tore what was left of my heart to shreds—my wife, alive and well, behind the wheel of a luxury car, accompanied by her childhood sweetheart and their child, living off the fortune I had worked tirelessly to build. Their betrayal didn't end there. Coldly and methodically, they lured me into a trap, casting me into a cement mixer to erase every trace of my existence. When I next opened my eyes, time had rewound itself. I was back on that fateful day, the one when her hemorrhage began.

All because he believed I pushed Elena down the stairs out of jealousy. Six months ago, a rival family drugged Alexander. Elena saved him and got pregnant. Her family disowned her for it. "Ivy, why can't you just let her be?" Alexander choked me, disappointment and rage in his eyes. "She saved my life! I promised to send her away. Why be so vicious to an unborn child? If anything happens to them, I'll bury you with them." I didn't argue. I just planned an explosion. But when I vanished, the high-and-mighty Don went mad.

Ella Sandoval is a heartless cold killer. Lumaki sya sa mundong walang kaawaan dapat ang mapang-lamang! Dapat parusahan ng kamatayan ang may sala! and that's her oath. In return, she will give you your karma! Not until she meets Silverio Guerrero the Mayor of her own beloved town who adores helping his people. But one day the good mayor witnessed her doings and ended up not just saving her but drowned loving her. Will he be able to save her after knowing what she's up to?

🔞 MATURE CONTENT 🔞 “He was my professor. Strict. Off-limits. Impossible. Until he found the notebook I was never meant to leave behind...” When Lena Hart steps into her advanced literature class at Black Moore University, all she wants is a fresh start. Instead, she finds herself toe-to-toe with Adrian Knight—stern, cold, devastatingly attractive. Their war of words sparks a dangerous attraction neither of them can control. What begins with a forgotten notebook filled with Lena’s darkest fantasies turns into secret kisses, stolen nights, and an affair that threatens to ruin them both. But Adrian is hiding more than his feelings—he has a past that could destroy everything. And when the truth unravels, so does their world. This is not just a student-professor fling. This is obsession, sacrifice, and the kind of love that could cost everything.