The Grin Of The Dark Novels & Stories

My wolf let out a loud, triumphant roar inside my head, matching the dark, possessive rumble vibrating from Gryfyn's broad chest as he drank in the taste of my blood. Gryfyn pulled back slowly, his golden eyes glowing with a dark, primal satisfaction as he looked down at the dark red mark shining on my neck. His thumb reached up, wiping a small drop of blood from the corner of his lips before pressing his mouth hard against mine, sealing our bond with a deep, consuming kiss that claimed every last breath in my body.

She always does that and it shows him how insecure she is about her beautiful curves. Marona is the most beautiful woman he has seen in his life, no other woman has intrigued him like she does. She is like that golden deer which allures predators in the dark forest and the same is happening to him. Her tiny nose has turned red since yesterday after seeing him and it has still not gone back to its original color, he finds it amusing that she turns red when she is nervous or scared. Her throat bobbed up and down as she tried to gulp in fear. Her beautiful emerald orbs were looking restlessly everywhere but at him and he wanted to punish her for that but not now. The time will come and he'll pu

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

He called Alex. "Alex, I need your help... They are here." Grace looked at the line of black cars and frowned. Her eyes snapped towards Dominick when he grabbed her hand. "You are mine, bunny... And I can't lose you. At least not to them..." She frowned at him when he said that. "If I stayed alive today then I will come back and fight until I get you back... If I die then we will meet again in the next life, I promise I will be the man of your dreams..."

She gasped when it tore the delicate fabric a little by breaking the safety pin and her nostrils flared in anger. She gritted and Damon's head snapped aside as she slapped him as hard as she could and it echoed in the temple. He was still processing what had happened with his stinging cheek. He gritted as fury blinded him and grabbed her throat in deadly grip. She choked as his hold tightened around her neck like a snake. She scratched on his hand as her eyes met his furious one.

Darkness enveloped the entire area,yet Gavin and Khez's condition remained unchanged as if the darkness had never ended. Khez had no idea that Heark had returned to her after they had split up Heark was just armed with an ax and a flashlight as he approached to the location. The entire place is enveloped in deafening quiet scary and standing feathers. The opponents will attack soon Their expressions are filled with terror since one false action could result in to death. Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies

Mustering up the courage I look back at the most beautiful face with the most captivating eyes but I can see the darkness hidden behind those eyes. Glancing at him with my tear-filled eyes, I see him staring back at me. "Seems like you are awake-" "Please! Let me go. Don't kill me. I am thankful to you for saving my life but please let me go. I will not tell anyone-" Before I could complete my sentence, that man pulls me off by grabbing my arm in a painful grip. I am looking at his dark eyes. He grabs my jaw with such a force that I think it will break anytime.

I answer honestly and shut my eyes, too afraid to see his dreadfully handsome face become red with anger and hate. He sucks in a loud, irritated breath and brings his face down to mine and I open my eyes the slightest bit. Even in moments like these, I can't help but admire how devilishly handsome he is; his jet-black hair messily out of place. His skin so smooth, yet rugged from the little amounts of stubble over his face. And his eyes so dark and dangerous I'm scared if I stare too long into them, I'll never be able to look away. "You'd better fucking tell me why you're out here or I won't hesitate to throw you into that cell," he snarls with his grip, like a snake bite over my arms.

I hiss through clenched teeth as I close the space between us. My hand flies through the air and lands with a vicious crack across his face. The sound echoes in the room, loud and satisfying. His head snaps to the side, his dark hair falling slightly into his eyes. He blinks once and again. Then he grins. That slow, cocky, infuriating grin spreads across his face like he's fucking proud of himself. He likes this. "Mmm, you hit just as sweet as you moan, doll face," he drawls, tone laced with smug satisfaction.

He looked at me with dark, hungry eyes, breathing hard. “This is dangerous as hell,” he said quietly, forehead resting against mine. “You know that, right?” I smiled, still catching my breath, my body buzzing. “Yeah… I know.”