Dark Purple Aesthetic Novels & Stories

And in front of me materializes Apex. He's tall, broad-shouldered, wearing nothing but low-slung black pants that do nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock. His skin is a deep bronze, muscles carved like they were made for breaking things. Or people. Dark hair falls over his forehead, and his eyes glow faintly violet, scanning me like prey. He steps closer. I can smell him: clean sweat, musk, something metallic like ozone. The haptics are insane. Every footfall sends a tiny vibration up my legs.

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

Alessia doesn't want this date to become awkward, she want to be normal as much as she can. The minute Alessia opened the door, Damon lost all his ability to speak. If he thought Alessia was beautiful when she had no make-up on, then the women was definitely a fucking angel. Because Alessia completely took his breath away. She is wearing a purple dress with light makeup she is looking beautiful and hot at the same time. He always sees her in black clothes like she is ready to kill someone but today she is wearing a different colour which gives the Damon a different feel, Damon never saw a woman beautiful like Alessia, she is a combination of beauty and dangerous and Damon love this combinati

A woman reaches through the portal and takes his hand so she can walk securely down the plank. Persephone looks like she is standing in the shade. The lights of the room don’t dare touch her. The dichotomy of her beauty contrasted with her sallow features makes her difficult for the mind to process. Her black flowy dress floats around her even though there is no breeze in the room. She tied her brown hair in a neat, tight bun. Her eyes are somewhere between hazel and gray. Deep purple eyeshadow interrupts her ashen skin. Matching purple lipstick gives her a corpse like appearance.

People craned their necks, uncertain whether to stare or look away, all of them helplessly drawn to the gravity she carried. She had dressed for the occasion, but not for them. Her gown was a deep, royal purple, cut to command attention but never beg for it. It clung to her curves with ruthless efficiency, catching the light in quicksilver flashes. Her hair was a dark waterfall over her shoulders, each wave glossy and deliberate. Makeup shaped her features into something both elegant and dangerous: smoky eyes that could see straight through a person, cheekbones that looked carved from marble, lips colored like a midnight bruise. She was the kind of beautiful that dared you to touch her and p

He had always been beautiful. He had always understood his beauty as a quality of his design, the specific aesthetic achievement of Nyx's intention applied to the making of the Morningstar, a beauty that was part of his function as much as his wings or his voice. He had never understood it as his. The Abyss was showing him something different. His beauty in this space was not reflected light. Not the celestial radiance of a being embodying divine intention. It was generated, emerging from the inside out, from the specific combination of everything he had become across the week and everything the Abyss's responsive darkness was recognizing in him and answering.

“Nice to finally meet you, JK.” His eyes widen at the resemblance she had with her. Yet, different as her totality and appearance pin something more than she could pry on. With the hair that resembles the ashes of death. Long and curly ones that somehow the loops that the time is divided into three. The past, present, and future represent. Pale skin represents the dark emotions and cold hearts of the beings. A heterochromia eyes that symbolize the day with her right eye of crimson hue, and purple of the night unto her left one. Her beauty is uncanny, as her smile draws more than the darkness and that very pure one brings.

It bared its teeth at me, but I couldn’t look past the dark patch on its neck. Dark, like a slick oil spill. Dark, but not red. In the dusk-light everything was painted in shades of grey, and I was overwhelmed with panic for a split second that Ares was gone. That I was cursed to see the world in black and white again. That the colour in my life had faded, torn from me along with my heart. But the sky was purple, and Ares was growling as he slashed at the two wolves circling him, and I had lost precious time to my worry.