Dark Sentence Examples
He looked tall and lean in a dark suit.
It was dark in there.
At the kitchen door she nearly ran into a dark form.
All right, but I don't like being kept in the dark about all this.
Dulce appeared at Carmen's side, dressed in a dark blue gown with a high collar.
Farther back beyond the dark trees a roof glittered with dew, to the right was a leafy tree with brilliantly white trunk and branches, and above it shone the moon, nearly at its full, in a pale, almost starless, spring sky.
It was dark, shiny, thick and long.
It was a warm, dark, autumn night.
The earth seemed benumbed by his icy touch, and the very spirits of the trees had withdrawn to their roots, and there, curled up in the dark, lay fast asleep.
It grew so dark that the people could not see their way along the streets.
AdvertisementHe raised the dark brow further, blue eyes twinkling with humor.
She couldn't see his facial expression in the dark, so it was hard to tell if he was teasing her or not.
Just when things look dark, well, they actually get worse.
Brandon focused his attention on the food in his plate, his face turning a dark shade of red.
A flush crawled up his neck, across his face and hid behind flashing dark eyes.
AdvertisementIn the still, dark world in which I lived there was no strong sentiment or tenderness.
Dulce glanced at her father and then at Carmen, her dark eyes barely veiling contempt.
He raised a dark brow.
We've been in the dark quite a while, and you may as well explain what has happened.
Her eyes were almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it was almost black.
AdvertisementIt would be dark by the time they got the car off the edge of the cliff.
Her dark hair was pulled back severely from a narrow face.
She glanced around the room again and did a double take when she saw the man in a dark brown suit.
I might meet some tall, dark, handsome man on the way, and you'd chase him off.
A moment later, veins of light threaded through dark low clouds.
AdvertisementIt was dark outside.
Long after dark we reached home and found the cottage empty; the family were all out hunting for us.
A strange feeling agitated me all the time I was alone with him in the dark chamber.
Above Pierre's head some pigeons, disturbed by the movement he had made in sitting up, fluttered under the dark roof of the penthouse.
Nina returned with a dress made of dark purple velvet and satin.
One fair-haired young soldier of the third company, whom Prince Andrew knew and who had a strap round the calf of one leg, crossed himself, stepped back to get a good run, and plunged into the water; another, a dark noncommissioned officer who was always shaggy, stood up to his waist in the water joyfully wriggling his muscular figure and snorted with satisfaction as he poured the water over his head with hands blackened to the wrists.
It was still quite dark outside.
And then he stepped forward, looking elegant in a dark tuxedo.
He was a nice enough guy - tall, dark and handsome.
Their kisses were usually shared after dark, but as the season progressed, that was getting later in the evening.
Listen, and I will tell you of the famous dark day in Connecticut.
It ran into a narrow cleft which he had not seen before, and then through a long, dark passage which was barely large enough for a man's body.
Though it is now dark, the wind still blows and roars in the wood, the waves still dash, and some creatures lull the rest with their notes.
Dark eyes studied her intently.
A part of her might never forgive him for what he did... and that was a dark part of her personality that she didn't want him to see.
They scarcely noticed the sidesaddle; they noticed only the boy's dark eyes and his strong, noble face.
The table and chairs were made of a dark rich wood, and the tiles on the floor looked like polished bricks.
His dark eyes reflected the disapproval in his tone.
The place was dark and empty.
Her dark shining hair was pulled back loosely with bejeweled combs and hung in loose curls down her back.
The dark interior set off caution bells again.
One was tall and thin, the other dark, shaggy, and sinewy, with a flat nose.
They entered the house and she glanced at the dark fireplace.
It was a dark moonless night and I was too far from town for streetlights.
I must have fallen back to sleep because when I opened my eyes again, the room was nearly dark.
I burned my fingers because it was dark.
He shoved open a door to the dark night and carried her to an awaiting car.
I'm not the mate of the Dark One.
The cave was dark.
It was very dark there, and he could not see anything.
The left side of the forest was dark in the shade, the right side glittered in the sunlight, wet and shiny and scarcely swayed by the breeze.
He arched a dark brow "Alexia?"
Like her father, the dark eyes that examined Carmen revealed little emotion.
Tonight, when it was dark, she could pretend they were at home.
Even if it hadn't been dark, visibility would have been less than a few feet.
When she opened her eyes again, it was dark.
The girl flirted with him under long dark lashes.
Her gaze tried to outrun the headlights and then followed the broken line on the highway as it leaped from the dark and shot forward, disappearing under the truck.
As she descended the long stairway again, her palm caressed the smooth dark wood of the banisters.
Sometimes. Anyway, it's the paneling that makes the room so dark, not the curtains over the windows.
If you use the right colors, and brighten the walls with a few large pictures, or some mirrors, it wouldn't be so dark.
Maybe I can get back before dark.
I needed some things anyway and I don't mind driving in the dark.
In the distance they were dark and threatening.
A dark form hunkered before the fire, feeding small twigs to the flames.
He sipped the hot coffee and lowered the cup, staring down into the dark liquid.
His eyes were dark and distressed.
The left side of Howie's head was absent hair and a series of three dark scars were visible.
Two blocks away we found a dark spot that catered to happy hour regulars.
He waited in the dark nearly twenty minutes before hearing an automobile approach.
It was pitch dark and rainy.
He reached a dark van and left, without lights before Howie could make out a plate number.
The storm made the forest pitch dark; therefore, searching was useless until it abated.
If we could convince him to give you free rein to helping us with him remaining totally in the dark, we'd both have what we want.
I'll locate your house and your bedroom and snatch you away in the dark of night.
But sorry, they were as in the dark as the man on the street as to source or circumstance.
Quinn returned to the hospital but Betsy and I remained at Howie's side in the pitch dark room.
Would he surmise you're as limited by the dark as the rest of us earthlings?
It's unfair to keep them in the dark on this matter.
My dark suit is back there in Keene.
As a kid I was afraid of the dark and now that I'm all grown up, I don't much like being kept in the dark either.
Grasso no longer hid the knife he carried in his right hand as they moved nearly out of range to a dark, windowless van.
It was then I came to realize he killed in the dark, not face to face with his victim.
Grasso bought a dark blue van on the Internet and the guy delivered it here.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
Her eyes cracked open, and she was startled to see a petite blonde woman in dark jeans standing between them.
Dusty chuckled, glad for the distraction from his dark thoughts.
There was right and wrong, good and evil, and every human but the woman before him had fallen for some temptation of the dark side.
He'd changed into a sweater and dark jeans and gazed down at her, disapproval in his hard features.
Bianca was the epitome of adorable, her dark eyes sparkling and warm, and her sweet glow innocent and fresh.
She still looked fatigued, with dark circles under her eyes and skin pale beneath the caramel.
Clad in the dark blue uniform of the police, Travis gave a nod of recognition as he passed him.
His thoughts turned dark.
Her thoughts returned to the dead man alone in the dark room.
She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more.
Inside was the most beautiful gown she'd ever seen in a mysterious shade of dark blue sprinkled with silver sequins.
It was dark, cold, and the shots hit the man with lopsided shoulders, dropping him dead to the ground.
Would she spend eternity like this, doomed to knowing only the dark secrets of those around her?
He sensed the visions in her head, not surprised to see his own black memories playing on the screens on the back of her eyelids along with a dark nightmare of a man in a corner crying.
The videos running through her head were dark and disturbing, had been since she entered his world.
He sat in the dark corner of her mind, still and silent.
Dark had fallen an hour before.
He'd known love and trust only in the earliest stage of his life, when he had a family before he entered the dark age of his people.
Every year you bitch about it, he said, enjoying the distraction from his dark thoughts.
Damian gazed at the dark landscape.
He spent the night deep in thought, forcing himself to face the dark memories he'd tried so hard to bury.
The desert night was cold and dark.
The sky was dark, the stars plentiful and bright.
She saw glimpses of his shared history with Damian and Dustin and of a time before meeting them that was too dark for her to see clearly.
Jule nodded, a dark look crossing his features.
It was dark before they returned to the mansion.
She'd seen the dark side of Dusty in his home videos in the library before she told Damian about Claire.
If there was a way to make him see what was in her head … to make him remember … she focused on Damian's memories, the ones before the dark age, when he and his brother were happy.
Two continued walking, finding a narrow path in the dark and starting down it.
A dark shape moved from the rocks while three more fanned out from the sides.
Darian held his head, and she wrapped her arms around him, wishing she could protect him from the dark memories breaking free.
A hand swept the dark memories from her mind, and she sagged against Darian, feeling the same sense of peace overtake his mind.
I don't know how she reached him inside that dark maze, Damian said with a shake of his head.
She approached the window, amazed at the snow, until her gaze fell to a figure kneeling like a dark gargoyle in the middle of the white lawn.
She hadn't seen her new mate, Darkyn – the Dark One – since he drank his fill of her hours before and left.
The large bed was set in a similar stone bed frame and covered with dark coverings.
But … there has only been one other Dark One before Darkyn.
Your deal holds the power of the Dark One to enforce the debt, since you are his.
The Dark One likes to control those close to him.
That he'd beat out the original Dark One in a deal did not bode well for her.
Just under six feet tall, wide-shouldered and lean, Darkyn's youthful appearance was framed by short, dark hair.
The Dark One felt like a man.
You turn down a chance to kill the Dark One?
The world around her was dark around its edges.
Deidre stopped fighting her body's cry for sleep and fell into a deep, dark slumber.
The Dark One was going to turn her Immortal.
The scars the Dark One created when he turned her Immortal were more faded today than yesterday.
She'd lost something when the Dark One turned her.
She hadn't heard him enter but doubted the Dark One used doors.
Darkyn's dark eyes glowed.
You see the stars and the moon instead of how dark the night is.
Was that how he became the Dark One?
There were dark circles under his eyes, and his face was drawn.
He was on the Council until shortly after I died-dead, after which he betrayed the Immortals to work for the Dark One, Darkyn's predecessor.
I guess the time this all happened was when Darkyn took on the Dark One.
Deidre didn't think it was a good sign that she cheered on the Dark One.
Did you say Darkyn is the Dark One?
She watched the battle with the Dark One – the one Darkyn lost – and saw him banished to the bowels of Hell.
He fought his way from a lowly demon to the position of Demon Lord and finally defeated the Dark One.
Any contender for the Dark One position was slaughtered by Darkyn personally.
He says the mate of the Dark One can do whatever she wants.
She waited thousands of years and worked with both Dark Ones to make it happen.
Only someone as sweet as you would say that about the Dark One.
Your deal is sealed by the Dark One.
She crossed the short distance to her mate and paused in front of him, breathing in his dark scent.
She gazed up into his dark eyes.
The strange calm she felt around Zamon remained, and she recalled more clearly Darkyn's words about how the original Dark One lured in his prey.
She possessed a head of coal black hair, tied in a single braid that extended below her waist, dark eyes, and a smile that lit up the room.
Knowing the most powerful creature – one the Dark One himself exiled at one point for his ruthlessness – had taken over Hell was another matter entirely.
What was so important that the Dark One ignored a summons?
Delicious dark chocolate eyes twinkled with mirth.
Death lets you see the stars and the moon instead of how dark the night is.
Come meet the Dark One.
Surprised, she met his dark gaze.
The sky was dark and peaceful.
His dark gaze was intense.
He looked delicious in that dark suit.
A dark thought invaded her mind.
That dark chocolate gaze wandered over her face and then came back to her eyes.
Those dark eyes were studying her intently.
Memory of the phone call brought back a dark question.
Dark brows crouched over equally dark eyes.
His chuckle was soft and his dark gaze mocked her as they turned toward the door.
He simply complemented her on another great meal and went to feed the buffalo before it got dark.
Her gaze lifted to his face enquiringly and found the dark eyes sparkling with humor.
The dark eyes shifted to her face soberly.
His mouth twisted into a wry smile and the dark eyes glinted with something less than humor.
The dark eyes twinkled suggestively.
Dark brows shot up over twinkling eyes and he winced.
The dark eyes lost their concern and gained a spark of humor.
The dark eyes wandered over her face in reflective silence.
The dark eyes were tender.
Maybe that explained her dark mood.
She woke in the dark of pre-dawn to the sound of thunder.
His dark gaze reflected concern.
Reason gradually returned to the dark eyes.
Her eyes were swollen and red, and there were dark circles under them.
Gradually some of the warmth returned to his dark gaze.
Faith and courage were the only things that would get them through this dark hour.
The dark eyes softened, even reflected shame — and then they hardened.
When she opened her eyes again, the room was dark.
Those chores kept the dark side from moving in.
The dark eyes softened.
That dark shadow drifted over again and she shuddered.
Those dark eyes were pools of emotion.
He glanced at the empty table and then at her, the dark eyes expressing concern.
His skin flushed under the dark tan.
He leaned back against the wall and smiled down at her, the dark eyes shedding their doubt.
When you're ready to walk through that dark valley, let me know and I'll walk with you.
The flowers should have made her feel cheerful, but they ushered in that dark feeling instead.
He stared at her, the dark eyes mirroring her agony.
Dark circles underlined her eyes.
The man didn't let her go until her world grew dark.
Someone stopped her, and she looked up, barely registering the face of a tattooed man with long, dark hair.
His dark eyes and caramel features seemed much older than his nineteen years.
Large, dark eyes were wary and guarded, and she was openly armed.
They Traveled, and Darian opened his eyes in a place where it was dark and cold.
He roused himself, unwilling to sink into the dark thoughts.
His features had grown dark and shuttered.
He would never be what he once was, but he wasn't Jonny, headed down a dark path.
The dark lust was gone, though his gaze still carried too much interest.
Dark hairs were already showing on his upper lip, and his whole face expressed impetuosity and enthusiasm.
I dreamed that I was walking in the dark and was suddenly surrounded by dogs, but I went on undismayed.
It was already dark, and Pierre could not make out whether the expression of Prince Andrew's face was angry or tender.
Steakhouse offers a quaint art-deco setting, decorated with dark hardwood furniture, comfy leather chairs and a touch of brass accents.
He looked at the slight Natural with dark hair and eyes who happened to have a doctorate in every type of science he could name.
He glanced at his watch and realized it would be dark before he reached Ouray.
The night was moonless and the dark covered them like a cloak the deeper they descended into the blackness of the gorge.
Fred looked down at the table, pretending it wasn't his turn, as he wrapped a chicken leg in a piece of dark bread.
He ended up stiffing us—left in the dark of night.
He split us up, in the dark, until we were so scared we'd do anything to get out of there.
Raised by the Dark One, the only other deity capable of reviving a dead-dead soul.
Short, dark hair framed a face with plain features that showed the signs of a lifetime of battle.
He listened, though, curious what kind of deal human-Deidre had made with the only goddess to ever outsmart the Dark One and Immortal Laws.
Only the Dark One was able to raise someone from the dead.
You're the Dark One.
The creature that refused to bow down to the Dark One was not going to allow itself to become blood-dependent upon a mate of human origin.
He didn't feel the Dark One in his mind, but he was there, reading his weaknesses.
The thought of human-Deidre in the hands of the Dark One made her feel something … unpleasant.
Telling him that she'd mated off human-Deidre to the Dark One would make Gabriel hate her.
He crossed his arms, dark gaze hard, towering in the bedroom that suddenly felt too small for her.
My mate trusts the Dark One over me to help her.
The extent of the Dark One's powers on his home turf in Hell was beyond anyone's ability to know.
The Dark One that ruled Hell since the time-before-time had fallen to a ruthless demon lord whose goal had long been to take over the mortal realm.
The thought of the Dark One reminded Gabriel that he lost three death-dealers to him in the course of a week, not to mention the deal Deidre made.
It was past dark, and she was dozing on the couch.
Deidre made a deal with the Dark One, one good enough to bring her soul back from the dead, combine the two Deidres, cure the tumor of one and release the final product from Hell.
Show me the deals past-Death and my mate made with the Dark One within the past year.
The Dark One is the only deity without a predestined mate.
When the Dark One seeks you out for a deal, you'd be a fool to say no.
A secret this size – where the Dark One takes a mate – is not going to stay secret long.
His dark eyes went from her to Cora, and he lifted his chin in silent command to dismiss the death dealer.
Would he really accept her once she told him she sacrificed an innocent human to the Dark One?
The mating laws from the time-before-time were absolute, but what if Darkyn and Gabriel made their own private deal to return the human Gabriel loved and abandon past-Death to the hands of the Dark One?
He didn't think he could do much worse, but the fact the Dark One held the key to something he might need to know was not promising.
He didn't give her the reassurance she sought about whether or not they had a real future together, and she brokered a deal with the Dark One in a desperate attempt to ensure she had a chance with Gabriel.
Gabriel could move forward, try to win over the woman who seemed much more interested in him than she had a few days ago, before her deal with the Dark One.
His dark hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck.
Gabriel asked, unaware of the Dark One doing anyone favors for free.
Whatever deal the Dark One made, the result was clear.
He'd cave to Andre's advice and double-check with Darkyn about whether or not his mate owed the Dark One anything – formally or informally.
The room was dark, aside from the glowing souls visible through the balcony doors.
I know you have a secret and made deals with the Dark One.
Gabriel almost stopped mid-step, having forgotten he contacted the Dark One yesterday.
He also wasn't going to let the Dark One hurt or threaten or even talk to his mate ever again.
Meeting the Dark One so close to the fortress, then, was not an option.
On a mission to ensure there was a clean slate between his mate and Darkyn, Gabriel waited in the middle of Deidre's old apartment for the Dark One to arrive.
The cold wind felt good against her face and roused her dark thoughts.
She breathed out fog, watching it rise to the dark grey skies.
Her eyes settled on a form across the street, so still and dark he would've been a shadow if not for his presence beneath a street lamp.
He stood sleepy and frowning, dark hair tousled.
Katie's vision blurred and grew dark.
As much as they hate me for aligning with the Dark One, they hate you more for our father's death, Sasha had told him smugly more than once.
It was true, and only Andre supported his petition to be recognized as one of the seven sons charged by their father with protecting humanity against the Dark One.
True to his word, they drove less than two blocks before he entered a public parking garage and drove to the bottommost floor and parked in a dark corner with yellow no- parking lines.
Her deep breaths drew Ully's dark eyes.
He was muscular and tall, clothed in dark jeans, a snug grey T-shirt that hugged his biceps and stretched across his chest and back and then sagged at his slender torso and hips, and a round black medallion that fell from his T-shirt as he leaned over her.
There were dark circles beneath her light eyes, her hair was in a half-assed lumpy ponytail, and her face was so pale and drawn, she looked ill.
At last he moved around the desk to a dark corner and withdrew a crystal carafe from a locked cabinet.
Even Sasha, who'd betrayed them all to serve the Dark One, still sought out his brother's counsel.
Their turf wars and battle against the Dark One --and now Sasha --had stirred up some of the bloodiest wars in mankind's history.
Jade straightened, eyeing the dark figure with bright eyes.
He was well dressed, tall, and handsome with eyes too dark and still for her comfort.
He was built like Kris with dark hair.
The similarities stopped at their tanzanite eyes and chiseled features; the speaker's skin was as dark as night.
The room was dark, the floor-to-ceiling windows displaying the incredible views of the Eiffel Tower, whose frame was outlined by lights against the dark Parisian sky She was about to step onto the balcony when a knock at the door drew her attention.
In the distance was a dark swath of park leading up to the lit-up Eiffel Tower, which was larger than she'd imagined.
Andre was with him, the beautiful woman, the dark man Jade.
She saw dark figures jump from the top of the building across from her to the ground, unaffected by what seemed like a thirty-story drop.
She looked back toward Andre's apartment, surprised to see two dark forms on the ledge following her.
Her dark, curly hair was matted with blood, her features pale.
Jade stood near the spit, dark eyes blazing.
It was always dark here, and the moons rose and set each day.
You think I want to be in Hell at the side of the Dark One?
He'd long since stopped trying to escape, knowing the magic of Hell and the Dark One was too old for him to break.
Her eyes fell to the dark cell holding Rhyn.
She glanced toward the dark cell and saw the silver eyes flash dangerously.
Sasha betrayed the others and aligned with the Dark One.
She'd lived through too much the past few days to be eaten by some boogeyman in a dark cell!
His hair was dark, his eyes liquid silver, his complexion olive and unshaven.
Wouldn't go out walking alone after dark if I was you, little girl.
His dark eyes dropped to the whiskey.
He guided her through the fog, and they emerged in a dark room with the light of streetlamps filtering through two windows across what looked another hotel room.
It was dark wherever he'd brought her, and she looked around in wary curiosity.
Gabriel crossed to the window and stared at where the dark ocean and night sky met in the distance.
The room was dark; she was alone.
The fragrant ocean was too dark to see.
Their father fought the Dark One and left his children to carry the torch.
It was near dusk, with the sky growing dark in the distance.
He wore his customary all black, his dark eyes hidden behind dark shades.
She was the first Ancient's mate born and should've been Kris's mate, if she hadn't first promised herself to the Dark One.
He wore all black, though he was dressed more simply than she'd seen him, in dark jeans and a black long-sleeved T-shirt and heavy boots.
Sasha and the Dark One will destroy everything they can.
The black-haired woman had dark Mediterranean skin and tattoos down her back and across her shoulders.
He smelled of sweet rain and dark grasses, his taste just as exotic.
Her gaze settled on Jade, whose dark eyes still held the fire of danger.
The room was warm and cozy, its walls done up in dark lacquered wood, the warm glow of chandeliers non- imposing.
There were wide eighteenth- century ball gowns, women in little black dresses, one in a fifties poodle skirt, and several in dark dresses with ornate brocade on the bodice, like that of wealthy Middle Age royalty.
It was dark, the spinning world lit by the kitchen and hallway light.
His black gaze was still visible in the dark living room.
They lay in bed beneath the covers in the dark room.
She twisted, trying to see him in the dark.
He had to protect her from Sasha and the Dark One; he had to protect her from Kris and his people.
Her skin was scrubbed clean, her dark hair wet.
Let me guess, Darkyn, the Dark One, ordered this.
The fire had died down, and someone had turned off the light to her bathroom, rendering the room completely dark.
The voice of Gabriel was as dark as the room.
The courtyard bordered a small grassy park off which several trails ran from the grassy area into the still dark woods.
The chamber beyond was dark, lit by the soft glow of a single torch beside a clear sarcophagus.
Rhyn snorted and faced Sasha, the brother charged with governing Australia, and the first to abandon the Council in favor of serving the Dark One.
She left him alone in the dark with his thoughts, and he began to understand more how his friend Rhyn felt in a world that was pitted against him.
He.d miss the smell and sight of his homeland and yearned already to stay here rather than return to his dark corner of the Immortal underworld!
He tried not to think of that sad time, instead blinking away dark memories and focusing on the snow at his feet.
A dark figure in the snow-covered park area caught her attention.
Dressed all in black with his dark eyes and hair, he looked like a living shadow in the snow-covered world.
The regret in his dark eyes made her want to beg him not to kill her and comfort him for the pain he'd surely feel hurting his own friend.
Reining in her emotions, she tried to distract her dark thoughts by focusing on Toby.
Darkyn, the most powerful of all demons, wouldn.t have returned from the pits of Hell, where the Dark One banished him to lead the army to the Immortals. front door and wipe out the Council.
Ully helped her up, and they both eyed Sasha as the Dark One.s servant approached.
The Dark One unleashed all of Sasha.s pets?
Recently, he.d begun thinking he.d need more if he were taking on demons, Immortals, and anything else the Dark One would throw at him.
The forest is full of demons out for Sasha.s head, and the Dark One may be sending more of its creatures.
She was working with the Dark One, and Rhyn had killed for that reason.
One of the portals glowed in response, and he strode through it, stepping into a world as sunny as Gabriel.s was dark.
He preferred this idea, except that it would mean he.d be defending her from Dark One.s minions and demons every minute of the rest of their lives together.
Sasha had chosen to serve the Dark One and betray the Council and their father.
What pushed you to the Dark One, brother?
The night was cold and dark as he strode across the park to the edge of the castle.s grounds.
More dark shadows lingered deep within the forest, watching over their leader.
Sasha took something from the Dark One.
I will speak to Sasha to determine what it is he stole, and if it is rightfully owned by the Dark One, which it must be in order for you to reclaim it.
Another idea emerged from his dark thoughts, and he trotted out of the secretary.s office and to Katie.s chamber.
At his silence, Darkyn moved closer, his dark eyes piercing and the growl in his chest audible.
Hannah saw nothing but the gilded world around her; she had no idea about the dark underside to the Immortal world.
I turned it over to Kris, and now the Dark One wants me dead-dead, Sasha said.
She looked like Lilith, the woman Rhyn killed when he discovered she.d plotted with the Dark One to kill the Council.
The fool had really believed he could bargain with Darkyn and the Dark One!
The first to betray the Council and serve the Dark One?
The only to betray the council and serve the Dark One!
He went to a dark corner in the cafeteria to wait.
It took all her strength to shove the hefty door wide enough for her to enter the dark chamber beyond that was lit by a single torch.
She was a plant by the Dark One who lured you and probably the rest of your brothers into bed.
Megan.s dark eyes were glowing though her clothing was covered in blood.
Megan spoke with a gentle British lilt, and her dark eyes took in everything as they walked.
It was an understanding as old as the Dark One, who had stopped his demons once before when they launched attacks on humans.
A familiar shape in the dark corner of the cafeteria caught his attention as he passed, and he paused to raise a hand in greeting.
He stared into the dark night, watching the snow fall.
He seemed to shake his dark mood, and Jade relaxed.
Her heart slowed, and she stepped back, imagining the Immortal fighting off some demon that had stayed hidden until dark.
His bloodied knife was out at his side, his dark gaze blazing.
The black fortress and dark skies made her heart drop to her feet.
Let me guess, Darkyn, the Dark One ordered this.
The windows were open and the sky beyond the trees dark.
Evelyn tossed a hand toward the dark night sky again.
Evelyn stood in the dark grey room of the spaceship with its cozy, dim lighting and the soft purr of hidden machines.
She didn't really care what the dark grey walls, floors, and ceilings were made of or why the floor felt like carpet and looked like gun metal.
She tucked the creature in her hands under one arm and left the small room for a long corridor in similar dark grey which glowed more brightly from indistinguishable light sources.
The male voice came from nowhere and everywhere and disturbed the two naked forms on the dark grey bed.
She sat very still on the dark grey bed, her legs folded and hands in her lap, and stared at Evelyn.
There was dark grey and sterility in the absence of anything remotely friendly, homey, or welcoming.
On the seventh morning-- if there were such a thing in space-- she lay in bed and stared at the dark grey ceiling.
She placed a dark grey device the size of a small button on her earlobe like an earring.
For one, she was no longer faced with dark grey.
The man beside her had dark blond hair, serious brown eyes in a chiseled face, and a form as fit as his son's.
His skin was darker, the color of honey as opposed to alabaster, his eyes a rich, dark brown, and his features lacking the delicate, chiseled beauty of Romas's family.
Long, dark hair was held in place at the base of his neck by a thick band of rose gold.
He held her against him, his dark, spicy-sweet scent seizing her senses.
He wore a rose gold bracelet very similar to Romas's in all but color, and soft, dark boots.
His brow was low and his eyebrows dark, making his unwavering gaze even more intense.
She was about to walk away in defeat and take her place in a dark corner watching the partygoers when she heard the sounds of approaching footsteps.
His movements were smooth and controlled, his emotions hidden, his dark, dark eyes alone enough to keep her immobile.
They broke free of the house into the dark night on a side of the house far from the light and merriment of the party.
The night was clear and cool, the sky a beautiful pageant of dark blue silk and brilliant stars, of streaking meteors and two glowing orbs.
The dual moons seemed to hover somewhere in the middle of the air of a massive chasm, just like the dozen or so hulking spaceships, whose dark grey skins reflected like skins of massive grey whales in the moonlight.
She was delicate, with long hair as dark as the night sky and large eyes that turned from blue to green to grey.
Two of his sisters were waiting, composed and serene in their dark clothing with hands clasped in front of them.
Their upper bodies were tanned from exposure to the sun, their dark hair and eyes pinned on her.
Ne'Rin pulled a dark grey knife from his boot.
Unlike the cheerful white walls of the house, the tall wall was the unwelcome shade of dark grey that she'd begun to despise after days in the spaceships surrounded by it.
The game consisted almost entirely of strategy, and it was dark outside before she realized how long she'd been at it.
Evelyn sat at the window seat, gazing at the dark sky as she had every night since Kiera disappeared.
Dressed in dark clothes with dark hair and olive skin with a dark stare, he was both riveting and frightening.
His tucked waist and hips were clad in dark brown, his feet bare.
Dark hair was tucked into a tight knot at the base of his neck.
His chest was wide and sprinkled with dark hairs that trailed his ridged belly and disappeared into the dark pants.
She cleared her throat, forcing herself to focus on his dark eyes.
The men around her broke away, the two with dark hair joining A'Ran's opponent while the alabaster giant joined Ne'Rin.
It was past dark fall when she finished, and she gazed at her last sketch, intrigued by it.
He smiled down at her, the dark eyes beginning to twinkle.
She lifted her head and gazed into those delicious dark chocolate eyes.
She hesitated, a dark thought invading her apology.
What dark secret had he been holding from her that he would be forced to reveal if he knew how she felt about children?
The dark eyes stood out like pockets of hot chocolate in his pale face.
A dark form moved at the edge of the tree line and when she shined the flashlight in that direction, the light reflected off more than one pair of eyes.
Even the beggars outside the thick, bulletproof glass of the main gate were quiet, their small fires dark.
The light around the doorframe went dark, and the three opened fire.
His dark gaze returned to the box, and he reached up to the earpiece as he moved away from the others.
Brady turned in the direction indicated and yanked open the door to a dark room with a glowing red floor.
His features were chiseled, masculine and firm, his brow low and slashed with two dark eyebrows.
Major Dan, a man with blond hair and dark eyes, sat in the bed across the aisle from her.
A dark form dropped in front of her.
Lana scrambled up and ran, careening into another man in dark clothing.
He glared at her, then unbuttoned his tac gear, pulling his arms free and pushing it down to his waist to reveal the dark T-shirt beneath.
It was past dark, and the camp was filled with men and tents as far as she could see.
They all wore dark gray tactical suits and were fully armed.
His dark eyes were as hard as his chiseled face and intense.
His eyes were as dark as the ocean depths, his grip around her body unmovable.
He tossed the baton and approached her, glaring down at her with dark eyes as hard as his chiseled frame.
It looked as if the camp would be packed up—if not evacuated—before dark.
She watched dark shapes mill and drop as the smoke cleared until they wised up and took refuge in the forest.
Dark corpses littered the small clearing.
Dan and Elise ducked into the dark entrance.
She watched him disappear into the dark forest, her body thrumming with desire.
Her thoughts turned dark as her mind wandered to Brady.
Stepping onto the ledge outside, Lana heard the sounds of gun and laser fire too close for her comfort, along with the beat of helicopters in the dark skies.
Lights from lasers and muzzle fire spotted the forest below them before they reached an urban area, mostly dark with several patches of electricity.
He fell back into the dark quiet of his mind.
When Kelli woke her, the warehouse was dark, except for the low light of lanterns like the one dangling from the ceiling into Lana's room.
She'd turned from the sweet, open Angel who kept him company on dark nights to a stranger who wanted nothing to do with him.
The youth had dropped into a dark hole in the floor of the facility.
It was a recent picture, and she was smiling, her dark eyes dancing.
Brady couldn't help the feeling that they were still shooting in the dark.
Dark fell, and several of the lanterns in the warehouse were lit.
He hissed in pain, his dark eyes growing distant.
Her face glowed with health, and her dark eyes sparkled.
It was still dark, and the moons of the underworld hadn't moved far across the sky. He sat, uneasy with the dream exchange with Death. A small fire burned between him and Katie, whose pale features and shadowed eyes were showing the effects of both her pregnancy and the toll the underworld took on mortals.
Kris had opened it near the cliff. On the other side of the world from the Caribbean Sanctuary, the French Alps were dark and cold, and it was sleeting.
It was dark. The dual moons of the underworld were high overhead, another sign she hadn't slept more than an hour or two. The trees overhead hissed as the branches moved like snakes in a soft breeze. Gabriel held out a hand and pulled her up, silent despite his size and small armory of weapons.
She stared at the dark features and glowing turquoise eyes of the eldest of Rhyn's brothers, who had died weeks before.
Rhyn crept carefully through the demon scouts positioned throughout the forest surrounding the castle. The demons wore the Dark One's uniform of all black with waterproof cloaks and hoods. The demon side of him rendered his presence similar enough to a full-demon's that the others wouldn't be alarmed. He sized up each demon he passed, until he found one who appeared to be his size. The creature didn't hear his soft step, and the snapping of the demon's neck was the only other sound in the falling rain.
The forest was growing dark when he reached the tree to find the angel sitting in front of a dead fire, shaking with cold.
You don't bring something food and clothing if you don't care if it dies. If you want it – Toby - to live, come to the castle this evening after dark falls. We have matters to discuss. Bring Kris. If you want the angel to die then stay right here.
His long time friend, the assassin, was bloodied and unconscious. The demons tossed Gabriel's body into a dark cell two down from Ully's before they left.
Gabriel's furious curse made Toby jump. Toby looked his direction the best he could through the bars of his cell and saw the walls around the dark cell shake.
The two seconds you have with your mate before the Dark One unleashes demons across the mortal realm?
Andre always said Death was more dangerous than the Dark One, because he understood what the Dark One wanted.
But if he pisses off Death, we'll have her and the Dark One after us.
Hannah's pretty eyes grew dark. Kris kissed her on the forehead, not wanting his mate to worry, even if he didn't know what would happen once he and Kiki left for the underworld.
His thoughts grew dark as he thought about what it would take to save her.
He sensed the death-dealer's presence without being able to see into the dark room.
Rhyn left the cell block to Toby's protests and walked with Gabe through the antechamber and into the hallway on the other side. Gabe's gaze was dark, his air brooding. Rhyn opened a portal, and they crossed through to Gabe's cabin in the underworld.
Toby clutched it and twisted in the branch's grip, until he could see the dark storm clouds moving slowly across the sky.
Toby shook his head and started forward again, wondering when Ully had lost his sense of humor. He led them in the direction where he sensed Katie, until night and clouds rendered the jungle too dark.
The woman looked human enough. Her features were hard to make out in the dark, but she at least had two arms and two legs.
Hannah looked down at it then at him. Her blue eyes had turned dark, and Kris shook the hair off his hands. He tried to smile reassuringly.
Kris looked at him, anger building. The muscular half-demon was bleeding from a wound in his chest. His dark eyes glowed like a demon's, though his face was still that of an Immortal.
I know you don't go for a midnight swim on a dark beach by yourself, especially in the Chesapeake Bay.
Her hair was short and dark and worn in an easy style that seemed to require little care.
It was dark by the time Dean reached the town and maneuvered his way through the familiar streets to 422 Collingswood Avenue.
As Dean lay in the dark, he absentmindedly wondered if Ethel always wore "Thursday" when he came to call.
I'd have my white hat on but it was still dark when I dressed.
The guy exuded confidence to the point where Dean felt as if he had just dropped a plateful of mashed potatoes in his lap while this tall, dark stranger was toasting the queen.
It's dark out, as black as Winston here, and we drop 'em and scoot.
The man was about Dean's age, shorter, with dark hair and moustache and dressed in full biking attire.
She looked him in the eye, silhouetted in the glow from beneath the door, the only light in the nearly dark room, and began to undo his belt.
The weather remained ominous with dark clouds rolling in, pushed by an ever-increasing wind that churned the sky in threatening waves.
It was even less appealing in the dark of the storm.
Had she awoken, there was no doubt she'd be petrified by his actions in the nearly dark room.
Without them, lowly federal agents would still be in the dark in identifying the combatants in this dreadful war.
Jeez, you know, it's still practically dark out.
It must have been 50 yards away and it's dark.
After once again setting up Dean's tent, this time in the dark, Fred suggested they go someplace quiet and talk.
In time the trees began to thin and patches of old snow appeared in ever increasing numbers, tucked in dark crevices, left over from winter storms of months long past.
It was dark with the shades drawn and Dean felt a desire to nod off as he waited.
He located the room, which was dark when he entered, but he didn't turn on the light.
Why do men always have the long dark eyelashes?
Katie raised a dark brow, her eyes twinkling with the very devil.
It isn't dark yet.
One dark brow lifted.
She got up and dressed, shuddering at the thought of the dark damp cellar.
It was too dark to see his expression, but she could tell he was looking at her face.
For a long time she sat awake in the dark, unable to staunch the flow of tears.
A dark brow lifted.
Dark eyes stood out in an unnaturally pale face.
His dark chocolate gaze drifted over her face.
It was dark there beside the truck, and for a moment he simply held her close.
He looked elegant in a light gray suit that accentuated his dark tan.
She ran her fingers up his arm, tracing the large vein – feeling the fine dark hair.
An hour later it was full dark and he still hadn't returned from the chores.
The white block walls of the dairy remained solid, but the windows were dark.
Alex emerged from the bedroom looking lean and handsome in a dark suit.
Trust me, I need all the good memories I can keep, he said, a dark note in his voice.
Darian held her dark gaze.
He almost called off the game, but something in Jenn's dark eyes stopped him.
His cold, chiseled features were bathed in the light of a streetlamp while his room was dark, aside from light lining the cracked bathroom door.
The fury he'd felt since awakening from the dark place the Black God kept him started to fade.
He searched until it was almost too dark to see, finally coming to the one with the same marks as Jenn's necklace.
Sofi's voice took on a dark note.
They Traveled to a place where it was cold and dark but didn't stay long.
Darian's voice carried a dark note, one that made her uncomfortable alone with him in the dark forest.