Dusk Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"We live." The simplicity of it almost broke me. I closed my eyes, exhaling. "You make it sound easy." "It isn’t," he said softly. "But maybe it’s enough to try." *** By the fifth week, the new Duskwind began to take shape. The fortress ruins were rebuilt into open halls of stone and glass. The wolves refused to raise walls as high as before. They wanted sunlight, not fortifications. Gardens grew where battlements once stood. The lake became the pack’s heart, its surface used for reflection and renewal.

It didn’t give her a good feeling. Aathiyan reluctantly nodded his head and he saw the beautiful sky and he never thought that could be his last memory of him being in the palace.

I wished we could have the rest of the hunts in the Dusk pack. I was eagerly waiting for the camps in the Dawn pack to end as soon as possible. Everyone said the Dawn pack had the best sunsets, contrary to its name. And I wanted to see it, but then again the Christian Akus just didn’t want me to be happy, so the curfew time for female campers became right before the sunset.

Dusks are a meaning of an ideal end. They show up as velvety, smooth plots of sky burst red and yellow in the night's quiet. The nightfall. It was lovely watching the sun gradually fall behind all that and watching the tones go from brilliant and dynamic, blur into unadulterated dimness. "I had dreamt of watching this scenery with her, hoping we could get close at least, but I guess she's not wrong for distancing herself from me," says Duke Fedelin while picking each petal of a sunflower.

Well, almost empty if not for us: Noah, Lowan, Maura, Cass, the arnis guy, another guy in a butler outfit, a girl in a maid's outfit holding a bow and arrow, a girl with a high ponytail equipped with a sword that looked like a katana, and me. There were three more beasts waiting for us on the yard. I bet the masked cosplayers were holding them off as the arnis dude came for us. The creature that chased us just emerged from the building entrance with an arrow on its head. We were surrounded by four beasts as huge as hippos. I didn't have any choice. I had to de-soul. De-souling is when I materialize my soul so that my body would be an empty vessel for the dark. Most people cannot de-soul so w

Clean kills only, Dusk. Dusk's bloodlust can be intense sometimes, so I have to reign him in and remind him torturing people to death isn't okay, no matter how wicked they are. I want us to be viewed as just guardians, not the "I'll do whatever the fuck I want with no consequences". It keeps the targets off our backs. Thankfully, all of the rogues surrender, and Dusk and Rubeus take their time cuffing each of them in silver chains. "W-Where are you taking us?" one of the men ask.

"I wish I had that kind of talent. I can't play any instruments, but I do love the sound of a piano. There's a ballad played and sung by Dusk on Nightide's second album. It's one of my favorites, but Dusk is so intimidating that I can't call him my favorite." Hae Mina could not hold back her laughter. She had seen Duskin as Dusk so she understood what Choi Lina meant, but the idea of Duskin being intimidating amused her, and the image of him waking from a nap, with his hair a mess and his glasses off, shattered her control. "I'm sorry," she apologized as she caught her breath. "I'm not laughing at you. I shouldn't tell you this, but," she let her voice drop to a whisper, "Dusk is actually ad

She raised a brow. "Maybe," "We can't go there in the morning, Dustine!" Ofcourse, they can't. Dustine is a vampire, afraid of sunlights and her skin growing sensitive to heat radiation, so the only option is sunset or night. "Okay. Okay. I accept defeat." He laughed while raising both of his arms. Dawn just rolled her eyes and kept on mouthing 'annoying' in her mind but still she found it cute. "So, we'll go now?"

Was it about two nights ago? The blue sky where bats meandered around at dusk wept for hours too long the previous night like it was lubricating the way and bringing us to our doom faster, the businessman and Sal. About them... ** Dusk's cloak was casted off as the golden sun gave a bright colour to the clouds and meadows and mountains, valleys, too. It bath all things within reach of its reddening beauty with yellow light, drying up the fields and marshes of the previous night's pour. Everyone of us loved it especially after the previous night's pour. Everyone yearned to lay on a Sandy Beach with the sun caressing our young skins while we sipped coconuts and forgot about all that had happen

Under sunlight, Dysis was a remarkably lovely young woman with smooth, creamy skin that radiated both warmth and easy appeal like honey. Her body was a living beauty, each movement a dance of grace and silent force and every curve precisely formed. She strolled with an addictive rhythm, demanding attention without words from her hips.