Dark Stiles Novels & Stories

I'm so sorry, I regret it, I shouldn't have agree to this. I fucked up again. I could feel it. That wasn't an apology. ‘’Listen rowan, I don’t give a fuck about you or your stupid relationship situation or what so ever. Don't drag me into your shit and certainly don't carry me to your bed. Don't even come near this room when you are drunk or out of your mind. So Rowan, you and your bullshit can go to hell. The door is over there and open, you can certainly make your way , I’m sure you can.’’

I don't want your bad luck ruining it. Mira gulped down the embarrassed and stormed out of the house. Maya and Durga looked at Kalindi angrily. Damon followed Mira as she left the house hurt. He came out but she was nowhere, then he caught a glimpse of her white saree and followed her again. She walked out of the gate and crossed the road. Damon noticed that she is going towards the horse stable where Thakurs keep their horses. She walked behind the stable and he didn't know that there was an abandoned house. It was made of stones, indicating that it was an old creation. It was not as big as the palace but big enough to call it a villa.

"Love?... Love!" He growled and I jumped back with a scream when he smashed the flower vass on the floor. I looked at him scared when he jerked me forward. "You know what he did to my sister?" Angry tears slipped from his eyes. Oh god! "Grace is not in love with him..." He gritted. "He blackmailed her because that innocent girl wanted to pay off the loan for the man who is not even her family... Stuart took huge amount of loan from Dominick and Grace went to save him... That mothefucker blackmailed her, forced her...."

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

‎ ‎I raised my right hand, and the Sun-Iron stairs didn't just glow—they began to shift, the metal steps twisting upward like a iron cage, sealing the twelve Stalkers onto the narrow vertical platform. ‎ ‎"Kael," I whispered. "Clear the board." ‎

"Let us load the transport wagon immediately before the Warlord alters his tactical calculations!" "My boots are already moving, Father," I reply, keeping my facial muscles completely flat as we exit the central sector. Tahlia Sterling POV "You cannot pull your staff from this production, Director Kaelen, just because my court-bred claws fail to match your archaic battlefield requirements!" I shriek, throwing the black obsidian token onto the iron table with an aggressive slam. "Look at the jagged sigil carved into that stone! David Duskbane's private frequency is backing my shadow!"

"If you're not out in five minutes, I'm coming back in." "Deal." He retreated down the steps reluctantly, and Stiles' smile widened. He thought he'd won. Thought that getting Derek out of the way meant I was vulnerable again, ready to be manipulated back into submission. He had no idea what was coming. "Excellent choice," Stiles said, turning his back to me as he walked into the foyer. "You always were a smart girl when you weren't being hysterical. Now, about those terms—" I didn't let him finish.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Servants come into the room to find the young man crouching on the floor with ice surrounding him. When the young man looks up, he sneers directly at me. “Now, you know what happened, and how your selfishness caused this, Kaiya. So now, you will pay.” I try to back away, but my feet are rooted to the ground. Fear grips me as I watch the young man’s eyes turn a sinister shade of black. He rises to his feet and approaches me slowly, each step echoing in the eerily silent room. “The Dark Lord cursed the Stine family. Not the Moon Goddess...” I manage to whisper.

It was the kind that didn’t fall. It descended—like a predator. Every wolf went still, ears lowering instinctively. Bootsteps echoed. One-two-three. From the rear of the chamber—five figures entered. Hybrids. Not wolves. Not vampires. Something forged from both bloodlines—stronger, rarer, feared. The audience parted without instruction. Dave Stark walked at the center. Tall. Severe. His tailored black suit hugged shoulders built to carry kingdoms. His hair—dark as obsidian—fell in loose strands over eyes carved in storm-gray stone. He was the kind of beautiful that hurt to look at. Sunlight through stained glass. Death wrapped in silk.