Darkness Cute นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak down my back she almost looks white n silver Mom says I’m blessed by the Moon goddess because I have white fur and White fur means important roles and gifts not that I have seen anything yet I guess my gifts will come once I’m mated I wonder what gift I will have doe some have healing powers or control of elements like my Mom she can control water Anyway I’m old enough not only to find my mate now because I’m 18 that’s the age a wolf is able to sense their mate Well I’m also finally able to leave home I plan to leave for college in August so I’ve been working overtime to graduate early . I can’t w

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

That’s why his darkness lured me in, because my darkness wanted to be freed. There was no denying anymore that I love him, I love him beyond anything you can possibly imagine. I wish I could run back, and tell him that but it would be of no use. As he said, he could never love me. And now, he hated me. How funny that my darkness is what makes him hate me, while it’s his darkness that makes me love him. Yes, how funny. To be Continued......

She can't still pinpoint his category- newborn, master, or elite, other than that he is a vampire. She remembered her eyes before everything had gone black; they are the most beautiful ones she has come across. They are not dull brown or dark brown. It's a balance in between which can only be described as the color of honey. Honey brown that is so light she could see the specks in his eyes.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER FIFTEEN. The light rain fell. Accompanied by an icy wind , it swept past through the night, it was moonless. The aura was dark with evil magic, the type that sent icy chills to the spine. The monster walked in the dead of the night , it blended completely in the darkness. Awaiting its unfortunate prey. It's skin was peeling off painfully, white worms peeked and crawled out of the exposed layer.

Why do people hate darkness? All of my life, darkness fostered me, gave solitude to my wounded soul. Light for me was often short-lived. I am a deformed cub, so my parents only saw me as a competitor for resources. Why not erase my existence in this cruel world? Why would you always hit me with your leather belt when you could have strangled me with it? If the sight of me made you puke, then why not behead me? Please end my suffering now.

Everything went dark. ******

“If you think you’re getting anywhere near her, you’re more foolish than I thought.” The man’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “And here I thought you’d be smart enough to know who I am, Alpha Mateo. They don’t call me The Darkness for nothing.” His gaze lingered on me, watching as recognition dawned on my face. My blood ran cold. The Darkness. The name was whispered among packs, a nightmare used to scare children—though we all knew he was no fairy tale. He was an enigma, a force that existed in the shadows

The air grew colder, and the oppressive darkness seemed to deepen as the creature emerged, its figure towering and ominous. The minion she had summoned was no ordinary servant of darkness. Clad in armor that seemed forged from the void itself, the being moved with a silent grace that belied its hulking frame. Its eyes, empty voids of pure blackness, stared forward with a single-minded focus. Each step it took was soundless, as if the very ground feared to acknowledge its presence. A long, serrated blade hung at its side, dripping with a dark, ichorous substance that sizzled upon contact with the air.