Avenged Sevenfold Black Reign Novels & Stories

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

The Black Dominion’s banners flapped violently in the wind, a sea of black and crimson that reflected their leader’s ambition and hatred. Raven’s hands clenched into fists. She could feel her power; so raw, untamed, drawn from love, fear, anger, and the children growing within her. The Hollow Blade’s whispers became louder, intertwining with her own thoughts. “Merge with me… embrace what is yours… protect your babies and destroy everything in your path…” She shook her head violently. “No!” she shouted into the wind, but the words barely carried. The energy inside her refused to obey reason. Her aura spiraled outward, tendrils of golden-black fire lashing into the sky, illuminating the valley

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

he hissed in Binge’s ear, “because I’m going to indulge my gluttony to the fullest!” Meanwhile, in a darker corner of Corpsehaven… A battered metal door was ripped off its hinges and flung inward, crashing across the floor. Starving survivors, their cheeks sunken and eyes hollow, scattered to avoid the flying debris. They clung to each other—bodies trembling under the weight of trauma that no one should ever endure. Through the open doorway stepped a group of silent figures clad in sleek black armor, each plate designed for aerodynamic efficiency, every inch infused with glowing core lines that shimmered faintly along the seams. A rare luxury, even for the privileged.

Roger had everything prepared for the ceremony at the altar...At twelve o'clock on any Friday night the "coven" would begin. The session hall was cavernous and gruesome. There was no electricity and it was located near a dirty sector, frequented by homeless people, drug addicts, prostitutes and transvestites. It had main access through the entrance of an underground parking lot, until finding a humid basement that communicated with a narrow and stinking corridor that finally led to a metal door that was opened from the inside by means of an electronic system. Then, one had to continue through a stinking labyrinth illuminated on both sides by torches, ending in a lobby adjacent to the ceremon

He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat. “Flynn, I want you to find any group that has the symbol of a black crow.” He immediately commanded the young man. Flynn took out his laptop and began tapping on the keyboard. His hands were moving so fast on the keyboard. Hyde was in deep thought when the ringing of his phone cut him off. He left the window and picked up the call. “Well hello there, I didn’t think you’re still alive.” A familiar deep gravelly voice stunned the young man. He was nailed to his position and his breathing started to become unsteady. He’s definitely sure it was the man who killed his parents.

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

I felt sort of panicked at the moment because I felt like this was my only shot at waking the guardians up but at the same time, I felt like I was only playing into the timeline of the prophecy. I sighed again. F*ck it. I have to take the risk. “Alright, fine. You have a deal.” There is no saying that the guardians would not put up a fight. I could only hope that we could actually fight the witch herself. If she is capable of black magic then, we may be in a great deal of trouble as it would take a powerful witch to successfully use that type of magic. It is not like light magic which comes with its limitations because it involves harnessing positive energy from life. Black magic harnesses d

The moment one of the guards gripped Eleanore a little too harshly, the beta let out a deep, vibrating growl that echoed off the stone walls, making the guard immediately let go of her arm with a flinch. Before we could even catch our breath, we were hauled outside and shoved into the back of a black transport car. The heavy doors slammed shut behind us, and the engine roared to life, tearing away from the ruins of the amphitheater to take us wherever cruel fate had decided to lay our path.

The other end of the radio crackled with Raven's voice, thick with resentment and reluctant acknowledgment. "It's on me for not taking him down! But... the Seventh Formation was my Red Wolf Rig's elites too! I'm hurting over this just as much!" She stared at the charred earth ahead, her heart bleeding. The Seventh Formation had been her own inner circle, and losing it hit harder than anyone else. "Useless! You're all useless!" Gareth stared through the bulletproof glass, his gaze locked fiercely on Jake's motorhome. "Something's not right... that motorhome is way too off.