Dark Stiles Novels & Stories

Morrison had friends in the NYPD and the prosecutor's office and agreed to this collaboration for the sake of efficiently bringing Dylan behind bars. The other man who joined us in the room was much more peculiar. Killian explained that Mr. Stiles was a military specialist, a person he called whenever needed, as he named it a “special kind of approach.” I was wondering what his words meant until a tall, bulky, and highly intimidating man entered the study. Once he did, I decided it was better not to ask any questions. The two-millimeter cut of his hair, the long scar going from his chin down his neck, and another one under his left eye, made him look as if he had been taken straight from som

So when Stiles looked at me, I bowed to show I was sorry. I wouldn't lie, there are a lot of reasons why Damion and I dislike Stiles. There was a story that was told that his mother is a direct descendant of the moon goddess. This gave him exceptional power. Instead of normal Beta eyes, he will show the moon colour whenever he's trying to use his rank or show his powers. If he had been an Alpha blood, he would have been so fearful. Another thing aside from his good looks, is that he also has the ability to become an Alpha, start a pack or hijack one. The dead Alpha has always warned us to be very careful about him and his family. He wouldn't even let his father perform the full duty of the B

How should I tell him that it's not just about dogs but about the stalker too. "I just couldn't think straight, Sorry!" I mumbled. "You __" He paused when he heard screams. My head also snapped towards the window. We both got up and went to the window. My eyes widened when I saw the training room on fire. Same training room! I looked at Rafael when he called someone. "What's happening, Damon?" He asked calmly. "Rafael, the training room caught the fire and all trainers were locked inside... We managed to get a few of them out but they won't be surviving the burn..."

"I rather slam my tongue on a door than go out with him. I don't have a thing for sweet guys" "Ooh, you like the ones that would rough you up like Mr. Martinez" Bell teased the other. Mystique scoffed. "Definitely not that asshole" "Now am beginning to believe you are stalking me," a hard voice said behind them and both girls turned to find their Intruder, only to be met with a chilling stare that could melt even ice. Mr. Damien Martinez stood there elegantly, wearing a black suit, his hair messy but attractive and his hands buried in his front pockets as he stared coldly at the two before his company.

He said and she complied, her breathing becoming normal. He leaned forward and breathed into her neck making her close her eyes. Smirking, he opened his mouth revealing a set of sharp fangs and was about to bite her, when a wooden stake whistled through the air and pierced him from behind at his lower back. He screamed in agony, startling her and she snapped her eyes open. Seeing his monstrous appearance, she shrieked in fright and moved away from where he had cornered her. He struggled to pull the stake out from his body, grunting in pain as blood gushed out from his back but another stake came flying and penetrated his upper back, barely missing his heart. He screamed louder and buckled

My body shivering with so much dread and my vulnerable body could no longer move a muscle after several bones were broken when I fell down the stairs. The silhouette finally reached the final step of the stairs, and he crouched towards me. He moved his face closer to me as he stroked my face with the metal blades of his knife. I cried weakly and murmured incoherent words when he caressed my lips with his fingers. Then he began to rip off my blouse, revealing the upper part of my body. He reached for the hook of the fabric shielding my chest and unclasped it.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER TWO JOHN PAUL'S POV ....................................................................................... I was still driving with my head running wild, with thoughts and my hands fisting tightly to the steering . I had not realised there was a old woman that i almost hit by the road side. She seemed like a beggar and my heart constricted for her. I quickly came down from my car and saw the impact of the incident, in which she fell on the cold rough floor. I helped her up and held her as if she was my mother.

I ask him taking the safety off my gun, he nods repeatedly and I press closer to him and whisper "Good, because from today you will live with the stigma of knowing that Dark didn't kill you, but remember, I never forget a face that I let live next time you won't be so lucky." He breathes a little relieved but he still looks scared, I get up , at that moment Claus approaches us and sees him with a mocking expression and snaps at him. “Don't be so calm, Dark doesn't leave loose ends, you have a purpose,” I look at him seriously and then I see the man again, he smiled mischievously.

Rodin and Varick follow henceforth on their mission even with Varick lacking behind his mentor. A few moments pass before Rodin reaches the end of the metal breadcrumbs and enters a campsite. The scene is horrifying; the once teal grass is now red with blood, and body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh are scattered across the forest grounds. The air pulses like a breathing animal which in return forces the four tents that make up the circumference of the site to wobble in place. The insignia on the dark green tinted shelters are covered in blood but still the black sun ripples with the draft. The fire pit in the middle smolders a black fainted smoke, but on top of the fire is a handful of st

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.