Novel & Cerita Dark Stiles

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER TWO JOHN PAUL'S POV ....................................................................................... I was still driving with my head running wild, with thoughts and my hands fisting tightly to the steering . I had not realised there was a old woman that i almost hit by the road side. She seemed like a beggar and my heart constricted for her. I quickly came down from my car and saw the impact of the incident, in which she fell on the cold rough floor. I helped her up and held her as if she was my mother.

I ask him taking the safety off my gun, he nods repeatedly and I press closer to him and whisper "Good, because from today you will live with the stigma of knowing that Dark didn't kill you, but remember, I never forget a face that I let live next time you won't be so lucky." He breathes a little relieved but he still looks scared, I get up , at that moment Claus approaches us and sees him with a mocking expression and snaps at him. “Don't be so calm, Dark doesn't leave loose ends, you have a purpose,” I look at him seriously and then I see the man again, he smiled mischievously.

it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant They witnessed how the dark part of the castle devour their comrade “help!” they all flinched when they saw blood splurt out from the corner “My liege will make you regret that you lived this life. Do not have any worries about our new brothers and sisters! Serving our master is our greatest pleasure” the resurrected paladin announced and started attacking the living forces “So, only fighting is our choice here huh?” Alfonso gave up on the idea of escaping ‘at least we have her’ looking at the mad girl, he thought that this is the only good thing that the girl have –her abi

Rodin and Varick follow henceforth on their mission even with Varick lacking behind his mentor. A few moments pass before Rodin reaches the end of the metal breadcrumbs and enters a campsite. The scene is horrifying; the once teal grass is now red with blood, and body parts, limbs, and chunks of flesh are scattered across the forest grounds. The air pulses like a breathing animal which in return forces the four tents that make up the circumference of the site to wobble in place. The insignia on the dark green tinted shelters are covered in blood but still the black sun ripples with the draft. The fire pit in the middle smolders a black fainted smoke, but on top of the fire is a handful of st

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“Go, prepare my dark shadow dagger. Get me more about this Edith Walson.” I responded as I walked away angrily and anticipating that day when I will put an end to the one man who keeps causing lot of havocs. “Can't you make peace with him instead of going up for a fight?” Snow Darcy pleaded as she walked into the room. “Make peace? I am Jace Steele, an original and I cannot be killed.” “An original, because you are a hybrid? Huh?” Her question shocked me as I squinted my eyes a bit.

Amy Stone The night drapes over the city like silk. It's terribly dark, glossy, and feels extra dangerous. It feels like one of those nights you'd probably end up dead. From the back seat of the car, I watch skyscrapers slice through the skyline, their lights pulsing like secrets. Lucian Gray. The name runs in my mind, heavy with power. Many years back I used to hear rumors about dake lords and Dons, but I never knew I'd end up stepping into their world.

“Completely. Twisted. Obsessed. All of it.” He smirked, dark and predatory, eyes smoldering. “Good. Because once you’re mine… there’s no turning back. And I… I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you. Than fire in the dark.” We stood there, wrapped in fog and shadow, hearts racing, desire tangled with obsession, danger pressing from every side. And I realized, terrifyingly and thrillingly, that we were already beyond redemption, beyond reason, beyond the world that had tried to keep us apart. We were lost—and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

After that text, the heavy carriage pulls away into the fog, leaving Stiles standing on the stone steps with his back completely drenched in cold sweat and his hands trembling violently. "Alpha Stilinski, are your bones alright?" one of his enforcers asks hurriedly, running to his side. Stiles turns his pale face to his crew and declares with a loud roar, "Listen to my command! From this moon forward, our pack buries the hatchet with that doctor completely—no, with Mr. Hale! Anyone under my shadow who dares to provoke his scent will answer directly to my own claws! I will wipe out their entire family line myself!"