The Grin Of The Dark Novels & Stories

But I never saw her beauty fizzle even for a moment, because she continues to remain simply breathtaking as it ever was. My attention was derived to a dark silhouette tucked away in the towering bushes. It seemed as though the shadow figure was watching the actual incident intimately and critically, and it ended up causing me to scowl my brows. I barricaded my sights on the figure, and I was increasingly taken aback when its eyes unexpectedly flickered in my direction, having to meet mine. The figure stopped and looked at me calculatingly for a minute, then mysteriously started flashing a broad and sinister toothy smile straightforwardly at me.

at the blink of an eye, a dark and sorrowful figure appeared. The shadow heeds his master’s command and lectures the girl. But Lina only understand one thing This bloody varmint didn’t take the fight seriously Her blood boiled as she thought about the bloody scene earlier… you dare to look down on me?! “hey Lich, does all of his lessons in here?” she forcibly moved her hands and showed the grimoire that Lich was holding earlier, and to his great surprise, the right hand showed his fangs and attack Lina “hahaha you did not tell me that you still have a minion hiding in your sleeve”

He's such a fan of him. Switching sides, aren't you? I just want to help you with your confusion. "Fine," I finally agreed even though it sounded like a dismissal. "Let's dance and get over with it." A crook smile plastered on Demitri's face. However, even with the smile, his face looked hard as ever like some sort of granite in its finest. And those eyes of his. Two pools of darkness waiting for someone to be drowned into it. He's like a walking tragedy, a storm that could destroy anything if he wants.

If he was going to kill me, I would strike first. I marched into his master suite. The room was dark. He was asleep, his massive frame sprawled across the bed. The tattoos on his right arm seemed to swim in the shadows, ink turned to scales. He looked older than Damien, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties, but there was a raw, timeless power in his face that made age irrelevant.

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

Again, he glares at the annoying stranger. Of course, he tried to pull his arms but the grip just got intense that he almost flinched but he wants to look strong, far from what he really is. "What?! What do you want? Do you really want to get punched at your face?! Let me go! I said let me--" His words magically got swallowed and he nearly melted when he looked at the guy who suddenly changed his aura. His dark aura is now replaced by an angelic smile with calmed eyes.

I found myself grunting, pounding into her like I was a beast possessed, needing to claim her, fill her with my cum. The dress she had on did little to tame her luscious tits, I felt them bouncing all over and I buried my face in her cleavage, feeling her on both sides of my face. She moaned and I roughly grabbed her heaving tits with both hands, causing her to moan again. I feasted and pounded her relentlessly until I had to shift positions. I sat up and threw her ankles on my shoulders. I rammed her, and she was now grunting and screaming random babble.

Focused. A slow, chilling grin spread across his face. “Come on, boys,” he said, eyes gleaming with something dark and hungry. “I smell a prince.”

His jeans hung low on his hips, and his eyes— those hungry, wolf-dark eyes—landed on me the moment I stepped in. He grinned. Not the friendly kind. Not even the cocky, amused kind. No. This grin was dangerous. Starved. “Well, well,” he said, setting the glass down slowly. “Just when I was starving for you.” My breath caught. Instantly.

The grunt gulps as he sees the first of many sirens walking out of the sheer and utter blackness. There are two waves of these monsters, the first is trident users but unlike being on the attack their weapons are holstered behind their backs in a more tribal manner. They have leather straps that attach to their back that hold their weapon in place. Their tentacle hair and most of their faces are covered with a black hood. This six-stand shoulder to shoulder and face the four soldiers upon the horses. In unison, they step onto the clearing, and as soon as their flesh meets the solid ground, the horses buck and yelp. The soldiers on the horses are quick to calm down the beast. The four get off