Dark Sans Novels & Stories

I said and I turned toward the door. "Kaelor," Darius said. "You've been quiet today," he said. "Different quiet from your usual quietness" I turned halfway. "Long a few days," I said. "Yes,they have been." He said glaring at my gaze. I walked out. The eastern approach road at the second hour of the night was cold and completely dark. No moon,cloud cover from the mountain passes moving in heavy and low. The darkness was total at the ground level,this kind of darkness every wolf sense has

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

Lara splintered back. Impassive dark eyes rested on her angry face. “When this is over, you can pick yourself a new position in any one of my companies.” His complete lack of emotion froze the blood in her veins. A cold, scared sensation deep down inside drove away her appetite. “No, thank you,” Lara replied jerkily. “I’ll never be that desperate.”

I looked up and saw the gigantic rock don. "I have a plan." I said. "Everyone! Inside the cave now!" I shouted. I teleported with Ate and Cassie into the cave. If the dark knights have a weakness, it is darkness. They can't use their eyesight in the dark. Even if they’re from the Black kingdom. "Stay here." I said. I teleported back to where we came from earlier. "Ahhh! F**k it!" I heard Drake shout on his knees. Liam helped him and stood him up.

So the protagonist fainting was very timely and saved Yu Liang from a death flag. However, this made Yu Liang think that the original cannon fodder abused the unconscious protagonist. Of course, the cannon fodder was drugged too; even so, he could only imagine how disturbed they both woke up. Xiao Yao System: Not exactly, the mental correction of Dark BL characters is very strong, they are not traumatized, just embarrassed. To traumatize a Dark BL character, things have to be almost inhuman. Yu Liang: Are you sure this is a system for BL romance? Isn't it the system from hell?

"Aurora, the world isn't beautiful like you... If you keep taking shit then they are going to exploit you even more so be a woman and make them realise that you are not an easy target... I love to make the life of people hell whom I don't like..." Aurora couldn't understand why she is so confident and from where she got so much courage. She was about to say something but then she noticed Damon coming towards them. He walked like a boss and his aura held the same power as Rafael. All black and dark. He wore his shades as he stepped out in the sun. Mira's face turned mad as soon as she saw him. There was pure hate in her eyes. Aurora was expecting Damon to say something but he just ignored the

She was truly the best of both her parents. “Her name is Aerian.” Syrreon told me. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” I drawled. “There is something you should know. She is a rare dark angel.” Syrreon added. I looked at him to make sure he was not bullshitting me. He was not. Well, fuck me! Everyone knew of the white angels, which were the common ones, but every now and then an angel would be born with colored wings and feathers. Black was the rarest and honestly, they were a myth. The last one to have been born was over 1000 years ago and even then, there was no written proof that she had existed, but there was no proof that she had not existed either. They were also said to be t

Outside, the city was a wash of cold gray mist, but inside, the temperature was stifling. Damien Blackwood stood shirtless in front of a bank of humming, liquid-cooled servers, the harsh blue light of the monitors cutting across the hard, scarred planes of his chest and back. Drops of water still clung to his dark hair from their frantic, wet escape through the municipal drainage shafts, tracking slowly down his collarbone and disappearing beneath the waistband of his low-slung, dark trousers. His skin was still flushed, radiating a violent, restless energy that he couldn't quite shake.

A mix of fear, anger, and relief. The truth hurt. But the lies had hurt worse. Deep down, I just wanted everything to go back to normal. AT FRANCESCA’S PENTHOUSE The penthouse lights were low, warm, and expensive. Francesca sat on the edge of the long white couch, legs crossed, lips painted deep red. She held a glass of wine like it was a weapon. She watched Mr. Blackwood with a smirk. Mr. Black stood near the window, back to her, hands in his pockets. His shoulders were tense.

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.