Dark Stiles Romane & Geschichten

Before I knew it, I’d lost my shoes and I was on stage dancing with my whole group, even the guys, and several strippers. They kept trying to get me to go for a private dance but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn't ever remember being THIS drunk, or having this much fun. I was covered in glitter and sweat and booze and giggling like an idiot. I found myself playing peek-a-boo with a stripper named Axel because he kept shaking his ass in my face and I was pretending not to see it. I looked over and saw Beth throw up off the side of the stage and I knew it was time to go. I told Marcus and he too, was way past his limit.

He returned to his officer, looking out of the window. "I'm sorry, Cassie." Stiles excused himself to head to the top floor of the building. Surely a fall from the seventh floor would be enough to kill him. Stiles looked below him, a stern and dazed expression on his face. He was Landhor's distant nephew, and his parents had died when he was young. Stiles had pulled every last string he could to get in touch with Landhor, who had kept him fed and even got him a job at the special forces.

The countdown had begun. The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of blood orange and bruised purple, casting long, ominous shadows across the battlefield. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that would soon saturate the air. The Shadow Stalkers, a formidable force cloaked in darkness and malice, emerged from the depths of the whispering woods, their numbers seemingly endless, a tide of black fur and burning eyes. Their leader, a hulking behemoth with eyes like chips of obsidian, stood at the forefront, his snarls echoing through the silent forest.

A few minutes later, Gisele and I were walking down the narrow hallway in the Packhouse. “What is it that you wanted to tell me?” I asked as she was taking longer. She paused, her eyes wandering around as if trying to make sure that no one was listening… Then she leaned in and whispered, “I feel the attack has something to do with Stiles,” I blinked. Who the fuck is Stiles? “Who is… Stiles?” She sighed, “Stiles Ashfang… He's Alpha Kael's cousin. I think he's trying to take his hatred for Alpha Kael on you,”

"I want the man who broke my heart to be the one who tries to fix it. I want you to stop talking about the past and show me that you're actually here." A dark, hungry grin spread across Stiles’s face. "You’ve grown some teeth, Grey. I like it. I like it a lot.” “Want to see what this Grey can do?” A dark, hungry look crossed his face, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black. "Show me."

Dark walked beside her, his hand on his weapon, his eyes scanning the pillars with a predatory intensity that made the air humm. "Stay behind me," Dark whispered, his voice a low, jagged rasp. "I'm not a spectator, Dark," Iza countered, her hand resting on her stomach. "He has my father." They reached the far end of Section 4G. A single black SUV sat idling, its headlights cutting through the gloom like the eyes of a beast. Standing in the glare of the lights was Silas Thorne. He looked remarkably calm, his silver-tipped cane planted firmly in the oil-stained concrete.

"I rather slam my tongue on a door than go out with him. I don't have a thing for sweet guys" "Ooh, you like the ones that would rough you up like Mr. Martinez" Bell teased the other. Mystique scoffed. "Definitely not that asshole" "Now am beginning to believe you are stalking me," a hard voice said behind them and both girls turned to find their Intruder, only to be met with a chilling stare that could melt even ice. Mr. Damien Martinez stood there elegantly, wearing a black suit, his hair messy but attractive and his hands buried in his front pockets as he stared coldly at the two before his company.

He said and she complied, her breathing becoming normal. He leaned forward and breathed into her neck making her close her eyes. Smirking, he opened his mouth revealing a set of sharp fangs and was about to bite her, when a wooden stake whistled through the air and pierced him from behind at his lower back. He screamed in agony, startling her and she snapped her eyes open. Seeing his monstrous appearance, she shrieked in fright and moved away from where he had cornered her. He struggled to pull the stake out from his body, grunting in pain as blood gushed out from his back but another stake came flying and penetrated his upper back, barely missing his heart. He screamed louder and buckled

My body shivering with so much dread and my vulnerable body could no longer move a muscle after several bones were broken when I fell down the stairs. The silhouette finally reached the final step of the stairs, and he crouched towards me. He moved his face closer to me as he stroked my face with the metal blades of his knife. I cried weakly and murmured incoherent words when he caressed my lips with his fingers. Then he began to rip off my blouse, revealing the upper part of my body. He reached for the hook of the fabric shielding my chest and unclasped it.