Novel & Cerita Dark Ro

Determination painted her expression and even from my vantage, I could see her nails extend into claws. The Alpha of Red Stone ordered his soldiers to attack, but as his men lept in her direction, it was clear that they were no match for the dark-haired warrior. Roxy was so swift that she was like a shadow. She maneuvered around the soldiers and attacked them so deftly that they didn’t even have a chance to shield themselves. They fell prey to her attacks and died immediately when she ripped apart their necks in one easy motion.

I froze, stuck between the present and my past, no idea if I even had a future. The silhouette moved, its mighty paws taking a step closer into the dim moonlight. I gasped. My eyes gazed upon the darkest fur I had ever seen. It was darker than black. Its golden eyes pierced through my very soul. Thunder rumbled through him. Him? I didn't know how I knew this but I just did. Suddenly, he roared attempting to pounce. I jolted out of sleep, chest heaving frantically as I managed to catch my breaths.

He knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t fall for it. As he continued fighting seeing he was winning, Veyra injured sent another signal. A massive rogue wolf approached not long after with blood drooling all over his fur, The Rocue was as Big as an Alpha wolf but hoi sfur was black with spots of rot but strangely it looked health.

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

The impact shook the walls. Glacier roared violently. A storm of ice exploded toward Roosevelt’s back. This time, it hit. Blood dripped down Roosevelt’s back. Dark, red-black blood. Everyone froze. But Roosevelt only looked at the dragon with his cold crimson eyes. “If this is how you want to do this...” His voice became colder. “Then fine.” “Shadow Scale.” The sky answered. A roar louder than thunder exploded above us. The earth shook. The entire mansion trembled. Roosevelt’s crimson eyes began glowing brighter.

“How can this stray have achieved such positioning?!” Her inner wolf sank into a dark, envious pit. Draco had actually purchased flowers for Brooke Lawson! Had they truly shared a den during the Solaria journey? There was no denying that Brooke’s fierce, quiet beauty possessed the power to draw an alpha's eye. But Rosa had always operated under the assumption that Master Draco was immune to such base attractions, believing his standards for a female were far too unique and elevated for common flesh. Rosa had harbored a secret, desperate fixation on Draco since her earliest seasons as a pup interning in the lower rooms. In her quest to claim the seat as his primary assistant, she had broken h

“Tell him Caspian Blackwood is here to see him.” The assistant hesitated, then nodded and hurried toward Salvador’s office. Minutes later, the old man emerged, a cigar clenched between his teeth. Caspian knew the type — men who hid dangerous secrets and would kill to protect them. “Caspian Blackwood,” Salvador greeted, laughter rumbling in his chest. “Salvatore La Rosa,” Caspian replied evenly. “Walking into your territory unarmed. You really think you can touch me?” Salvador chuckled. “You’ve always been stubborn. And selfish. But I didn’t expect you to come here uninvited.”

The breeze from outside grew colder, brushing across my skin. "He-Help!" He extended his arm toward me, his fingers trembling as blood continued to spill between them. Instead of answering, I grabbed the water bottle I kept on the floor and drank from it slowly. While my eyes remained on him. Sharp and cold. This was Ross Drake, the notorious Alpha who bought Omegas and poor she-wolves from different packs' black markets and made them his muse for his paintings. After painting them nude, he assaulted them before slitting their throats mercilessly.

Larger than anything that should exist. The creature moves with terrifying speed, its black fur almost invisible in the darkness except for the faint silver veins running through it. Its eyes glow golden, burning like fire in the night. A Direwolf. The lead rogue doesn't even have time to scream before the creature is on him. Massive jaws close around his throat, and there's a sickening crunch. Blood sprays across the forest floor, dark and hot. The rogue's body goes limp. The Direwolf tosses him aside like a ragdoll, turning its burning gaze on the remaining rogues.

I had finally found a chance to ask about my mother and find a way to unseal my wolf, but the thought tightens the knot in my stomach. A knock break my thought. “Come on out. It’s time.” I take a sharp breath and follow the guard through the back, spotting the car already waiting. I take the passenger seat and place my hands on my lap as I wait. After a few minutes, Drogo appears. His dark suit hugs his large frame. He’s wearing a black mask—fitting for his personality. I lower my gaze as he enters the car. He’s quiet for a moment, but I can feel his stare before I finally look up.