Dark Ro Novels & Stories

These jokers surely had to come soon, they only gave us enough food for a couple days. We were deep in a game of Bull Shit, one of my favorite card games when we heard someone. We both clung to each other and waited. After several locks and a bunch of noise, the door opened and there stood three guys, all in black with ski masks on. Sorry asses, can’t even show their faces. “You!” The guy pointed at Eve. We held each other tight. He walked toward her with a newspaper, shit he was going to do a ransom video or something, I’ve seen these on TV.

I slowly turned my neck around. My heart sank. Drago Caracas. “HOW ON EARTH HAVE THOSE WEAK LITTLE TEENAGERS ESCAPED?” Drago roared. He was dressed for the occasion. His dark brown hair was combed neatly to one side and his all black suit shone in the bright light of the warehouse. The steel glint in his eyes flickered intensely, as he stood by the glass box with his arms on his waist. Luckily I had positioned myself far away from the Golden Leaf so I hadn’t been recognised by the cruel President of Obsidian.

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

His father knowing his son used to be scared of darkness, dry and vacant places. That’s how his father decided to punish that little boy, wherever he wished something from his father, he used to lock him over in a room which he named it ‘a darkroom’, he scared him way too much that whenever somebody asked him if his father is treating him badly, he could only think of his own shouts and plead to his father. Never dared to tell anyone about a single abuse. Brandon knew if he opened his mouth and his father got to listen to complaints against himself, he would be a dead man by the next day.

She urges herself to remember his name but his death is the only thing that flashes through her mind that is quite… spectacular This man was the greatest fireworks she have seen in her life, his body is the most beautiful explosive in her past life He grabbed her hand and shook it “I’m the Hauptmann of the platoon Renegades, Ms. Lina. I am Rodiricko” nodding her head, Lina act as she cares. The girl needs this man to cross the restricted area, she initially planned to freeze them but an opportunity arise “I will lead the way miss” “We can’t get near the target. Coming here to acquire the item as ordered but the wind is blocking us to come through” without even asking, the man alrea

Their eyes stop me cold—pitch black orbs that seem to suck the light and hope out of the room. Not romantic darkness. Hollowing darkness. Soul-rending despair. And I know who they are. I don’t know which is which—not yet—but I know the duo before me. “Deimos and Phobos,” I say. “Clever girl,” the one on the right replies. Instantly, panic floods me. My heart pounds erratically, and it’s hard to breathe. That’s Deimos. “Maybe we keep her,” he muses. “She might make decent entertainment. What say you, brother?”

You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn, and his eyes that watch me with amusement, are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. A mustard tie broke up the blackness of the suite, a badge with the initials 'R.T' easily visible as the light reflected off of it. If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars.

He was terrified. Suddenly, the bushes at the edge of the clearing rustled violently, and Alpha Rollins burst through, his massive wolf form emerging from the shadows. His fur was a dark, almost black, shade of brown that blended with his eyes color. His eyes, glowing a fierce amber, were locked onto the rogues, blazing with fury. Rollins was enormous, even for a wolf—his powerful muscles rippling under his fur, his sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl.

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

He gave me a contagious toothy grin, one I immediately returned. His eyes then drifted to him, clapping him on the back. "This is Dr. Alexander Wood, my good friend. Came here for some books." I nodded. "Wood, this is Rosette. She's here now, so whenever you don't find me here, she's in charge." He nodded too, still looking at me. "Hello Rose, nice to see you again." He smiled down at me, and extended a hand for me to shake, the hand that wasn't holding on to the books.