Dark Stiles Novels & Stories

He looked toward the stairwell. "Two below us." "Humans?" "No." My stomach tightened. "Vampires?" "I don't know." Then the lights went out. The entire hallway became black. I heard a low growl beside me. "Steele?" "Don't move." Something moved at the end of the corridor. Fast. Too fast. Steele disappeared from my side. A loud impact followed. The wall shook. I stepped backward, trying to see through the darkness. "Steele!"

They seemed underdeveloped, but they looked pure. "Excuse me, sir. I am Detective Rhys and this is Detective Silvester. We're trying to find Stiles Vill. Do you know anything about him?" Braylon asked politely to the stranger who was standing and talking with someone. That person raised his brows, "Stiles Vill? He's a mysterious character. I've seen him around, but he never stays for long. Disappears for months and then reappears out of thin air. It's quite strange."

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

A thick fog rolled in from the ocean, shrouding the rusted shipping containers and abandoned cranes in eerie silence. The only sound was the distant crashing of waves against the dock and the faint clicking of weapons being loaded. Enzo stood in the middle of the yard, surrounded by his men—Luca, Nico, Federico, and the rest of his crew. Their faces were hard, their fingers resting lightly on their triggers. Across from them, Diego Torres emerged from the shadows, his army of killers fanning out behind him.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

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

Content and excited, she settled back in her seat, enjoying the smooth ride. “Are we going back to the woods?” she asked. “No, I’m taking you to my house. It’s safer there for now.” Another flutter. They were out of the school district and heading toward a part of Grayston Georgia never saw often. It was known as Gray Heights and was where the fancier people lived so she’d never had any cause to venture this way before. Hayden was about to say something else when his face suddenly contorted. His body seemed to stiffen and his breathing grew heavier while his eyes began to flash darkly. Georgia stared at him, suddenly afraid as she felt a mixture of rage and terror emanating from him.

Stiles had pulled every last string he could to get in touch with Landhor, who had kept him fed and even got him a job at the special forces. Stiles had done many things for Landhor and knew that Landhor had gotten him to where he was now so that he had someone to do the dirty work for him. He knew as well that he was more than worthy of a fate worse than death for all he had done for Landhor and had prepared himself for this. What a shame it was that he would never see Cassie again. Stiles mumbled the name to himself once more and leaped off the top floor. The next second, the special forces office blared with a deafening alarm.

The countdown had begun. The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of blood orange and bruised purple, casting long, ominous shadows across the battlefield. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that would soon saturate the air. The Shadow Stalkers, a formidable force cloaked in darkness and malice, emerged from the depths of the whispering woods, their numbers seemingly endless, a tide of black fur and burning eyes. Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest.

"I want the man who broke my heart to be the one who tries to fix it. I want you to stop talking about the past and show me that you're actually here." A dark, hungry grin spread across Stiles’s face. "You’ve grown some teeth, Grey. I like it. I like it a lot.” “Want to see what this Grey can do?” A dark, hungry look crossed his face, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black. "Show me."