Dark Ro Novels & Stories

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

NOVA Rhy moves faster than I've ever seen him move. He becomes a literal blur. One second Roan was preparing for his so-called ritual, and the next... Rhy hits him so hard the sound exploded in the room like a grenade. Roan's head snaps sideways, blood spraying across the room. And Rhy doesn't stop. "Rhy—" My voice comes out weak. He slams Roan into the stone wall, his fists flying in brutal, merciless strikes. His eyes...gods—those eyes aren't the beautiful grey I knew. They have turned black. A void that wants destruction and nothing else.

I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

The once bright cloister was now shrouded in a thick, blood-red haze. A dense cloud of black smoke coalesced three steps in front of her. The acrid stench of blood hit her like a fist. The pure, crushing pressure made it impossible to breathe. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold stone floor. A tall, imposing figure slowly emerged from the smoke. He had short, dark red hair and eyes like pools of blood. A scar slashing across his brow gave him a terrifying, feral aura. Rhoderick, the Wolf King of the Dark Blood.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

Through our bond, his mind was intact, strong, and humming with deep, possessive pride. "You have your weapon," Draven murmured, his warm breath ghosting across my lips. "The Ashwoods and Silvermarks will reach into this valley expecting an untrained, panicked omega. They will find an executioner." Before I could reply, the heavy leather curtain at the tent entrance was pulled aside. Rho stepped through the opening, his dark cloak dusted with fresh snow from the high passes. His expression was sharp and urgent, his eyes darting immediately to Draven and me.

"Drop the keys, Darcy," Malcolm Ashford growls, his massive, heavily scarred hand slamming onto the hood of the dark Blackwood Range Rover idling at the entrance of Silveroak Keep. His wolf eyes flare a dangerous, golden amber in the moonlight, dominance pulsing off his massive frame in thick, suffocating waves. "You don't get to drive pack property out of this territory. You leave the way you came—with nothing."

"Now I want you to really think about what you are going to do, because that was my last warning. I will not tolerate your insolence. Do you want him to die?" I shake my head, my voice low and broken. "Please don't hurt him, I'll obey." he runs his fingers down the side of my face gently, wiping away the tears. "That's a good girl, if you eat this porridge I have bright, I'll unchain you. How about that?" "who are you?" I whisper, looking into his green eyes. he smells like a rogue, but also not like a rogue. It was confusing. "I'm Drax stone. The leader of the rogues, their alpha as some say." He says with pride, "I have allowed myself to build the biggest army that any pack has even seen w