Bardock Black Novels & Stories

Thank god I still have Rocky the enchanted beast with me. Just as Darryl was relieved by the thought of having a reliable partner, a strong presence invaded his space from behind out of the blue. Darryl had thought that it might be yet another python but was stunned breathlessly when he turned around to find a black tiger. The black tiger was over three meters in length. Not only was it extremely swift but its power ranked up to level five Martial Saint.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

“Boss!” The voice on the other end was filled with emotion. “It's Black Garuda! I've retired too, and I just arrived in Mahatara City!” Arka did not interrupt. “Ever since you left, that bastard Black Fang has been suppressing our team! Every dangerous mission gets dumped on us! But all the credit goes to them! A lot of our brothers have already been pushed out!” Arka's gaze immediately hardened. 21

Draco’s feral general. I had heard whispers of him. Not a wolf born, a wolf made. A creature who was once a man, shredded and reforged by Bianca’s dark magic until nothing remained but hunger. He stood taller than any alpha. His left eye glowed red; the right was sunken and scarred, flesh melted away as if someone had clawed through his skull. He raised his muzzle and sniffed. “Silas Blackfang,” Bashar rumbled, voice deep enough to shake bone marrow. “The boy who lived.”

The bullet hit the wall behind him. Lorenzo slammed Scarface into the concrete. The sound made Kyrian sick.Scarface didn't move after that. Lorenzo turned around. His eyes were completely black. Glowing gold around the edges. Not human. Pure Enigma. He looked at Kyrian.Everything stopped. Then Lorenzo was moving again. But slower now. Careful. Like Kyrian might break. He dropped to his knees in front of Kyrian. His hands shaking when they touched Kyrian's face.

"Gentlemen, this is our premium offering. Jenna Carter. Twenty-eight years old. Undamaged. Connected to Colt Richardson of the Devil's Reign MC, which adds considerable value." The men studied me like livestock. One stood—tall, scarred, with dead eyes. "I want a closer look." "Of course, Mr. Konstantin." Viper gestured. "But no touching during preview. That privilege comes after purchase." Konstantin circled me slowly. "She has fire. I like fire. It makes breaking them more satisfying." I met his eyes. "If you touch me, I will kill you." He laughed. "See? Perfect. I will start the bidding at one hundred thousand."

Please let me have magically forgotten the color of my own bottle. “Ahem.” The sound came from behind me. I turned slowly and a man stood there. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair. And he was staring directly at the bottle in my hand. His bottle. My soul left my body. “I—” I held it up helplessly. “This is yours.” He raised an eyebrow. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. “I didn’t know,” I rushed out. “I thought it was mine. I mean, obviously it’s not mine because mine is pink and this is black and I know the difference between pink and black, I just—”

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Barak quickly stepped back to avoid his attack, but he still got hit in the face. Ah… Barak let out an agonized cry. Ptui! He spat out a mouthful of blood and a couple of teeth. Barak held his pained face and gaped at Kiran. Many people could not help but cover their mouths in shock. Barak was a master of black magic in the Mawi Tribe. Not only did his opponent show no traces of fear when facing his poison, but he even slapped Barak across the face. It was even more humiliating than getting killed.

Rolling my eyes, I got up. ''I know someone is there. Either you show yourself or leave. I suggest you chose the latter!'' I barked angrily. I could smell a wet dog probably its just the wet stuffy scent of the rain mixed with wood. I need not ask anymore. A big, black wolf with golden eyes emerged from behind the bushes. I gasped at how big it was, dark as the night. It was darker than black.