Winx Club Dark Winx Novels & Stories

As much as she loved her for it, her striking bravery, even when she was weak and under control, somehow she still oozed power. Michael took slow, dangerous steps towards her, the dagger in his hand, sharper than any dagger she had seen. Harlow's eyes instantly widened at sight, and she noticed the coat on it; she almost fainted, knowing how deadly it actually was. Silver. The one thing werewolves couldn't come back from. "What did you say?" It looked like Michael wasn't excepting what her mother had just said, and honestly, neither did Harlow. "I said, fuck you ." She repeated much slower.

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful

David replied sarcastically as he reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine. “It’s noon,” I said. “The world is going tits up right now,” David replied as he went to the cupboard and got a glass, pouring the ruby red liquid into it. “I think I deserve a drink.” “David, I know this seems crazy…” “Seems is an understatement,” David replied. “More like is.” “I can feel it David,” I said quietly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Feel what exactly?”David asked, sipping his wine. “She’s my mate. My Luna,” I replied, feeling a bit nervous even saying it out loud.

Just answers. The club was a low-end spot called Velvet Sin—neon lights still flickering even in daylight, bass thumping faintly through the walls. Back entrance, like Dre said. We slipped in through the service door. The bouncer knew Dre’s face—nodded once, let us pass. Money talks. Then Dre turned around, giving me the signal I needed. Up the stairs to the VIP booths. Room 7. The door was cracked open, moans spilling out—loud and shameless. I pushed it wide.

I just watched her move past the minimalist kitchen, her silhouette cutting through the low ambient light. Ciara looked like a specter of vengeance in a dripping wet silk trench coat, her dark hair plastered to her neck by the storm. Her skin was pale, almost transparent, but her eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made the hair on my arms stand up. "You didn't answer your phone," she said, her voice a low, dangerous vibration.

I removed my face from her palm and nodded. 'My name is Julia Peters. The founder of the group, Hunters'. 'I thought It was a company'. 'It is. And it is not'. 'Oh'. 'It is every thing. To a factory, industry, company, Everything'. 'Oh'. 'Come with me'. She led me deeper into her office and opened a door. You'd think it's a normal room but no, it's full of everything to weapons, machineries,bunks, Tents, Sleeping bags, Sleeping pads, Camping pillows, lamps, flashlights, Camp chairs, Camp tables, Lantern, etc.

Alex turned to look at them, curiously. "Are you okay, uncle Blake? Does your foot still hurt?" Asked Alex, worriedly. "You shouldn't have danced that good. Can you walk?" He rambled, making the latter chuckle. "I'm all fine, Alex. My foot is fine… Oh, is that a clawing machine?!" Gasped Blake, eyes narrowed at the set of clawing machines, which has plushies inside. "Yeah, let's go there. I'll carry these for you two." Said Luca, as he puffed his chest proudly while carrying the two rewards plushies from the dance showdown.

She planted one long leg right on his thigh, hiked her skirt higher, and sprayed a thick line of whipped cream along her smooth skin. Mary and Cory went wild, hyping her up with loud cheers and whistles. Henry looked absolutely disgusted, face twisted as he’d rather be anywhere else, which only made me burst out laughing despite the storm raging in my chest. Chinaza came back to me, eyes sparkling with mischief, and handed over the whipped cream bottle. “Your turn.” I stared at her with my heart pounding. “Go tease Jensen,” she whispered, nudging me. “What? No.” I tried to laugh it off, but then I caught sight of Lexi rising from her seat, eyes locked on Jensen like she was about to claim he

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

Concealed in the tall hidden wild bushes, I could not be easily seen and recognized with the dark shadows that were wrapped around me, down to the core, unless the lunar surface would be brave enough to shine its light to someone as dark as me. I could not help but give out a mischievous grin as I witness them become completely petrified and deathly scared as they had finally come to the realization that an important woman in their lives suddenly vanished into the thin air. I even muffled a burst of laughter when I overheard them forming a non-substantial conclusion that maybe I had managed to capture her, for the third time around.