Bardock Black Novels & Stories

All the affected evil Buddhas were exterminated. However, the attack range of this ultimate move was too small. Immediately afterward, another golden Buddha appeared. This time, it was someone whom Alex was familiar with—the old monk, Revealer Maha. However, he was already corrupted. Not only was his lotus throne black, but his lips and fingernails were also black. He lashed his palm at Emperor Ghast. The entire sky and earth were covered with black palm prints. Emperor Ghast shouted delicately. This time, she didn’t recharge that golden sword.

The black smoke seemed to understand Lars' thoughts, they circled the room, drew the curtains, turned the lights on and off, and returned to Lars's palm. Black energy is the strength of the Ramos family, depending on the ability of each person, their ability is different and there are certain changes. As for Lars, his black energy is the head of the family, when it reaches a certain level, it can transform into a large creature with an extremely powerful ability.

Especially Cash and his gang. Drake’s body grew into his huge demonic form. When Ryder would pale in comparison next to Drake in that form, now he was a sight to behold. Imagine a solid black dragon with scales that would remind you of the galaxy. He walks upright on two feet in a semi humanoid form. His body thick with chiseled armor that looks to have grown straight out of his body. It was black like him, but changes colors depending on the direction he turns. The colors are breathtaking. Like the northern lights, they changed from black, to purple, to blue, to green, and yellow. Spikes protrude from both his elbows. I’m assuming its part of his battle armor. His body was magnificent in th

Zayn took a glance at Romel nonchalantly then chased after the Black Mamba. The Black Mamba utilized his secret technique that increased his power to 150% which would also exhaust his body completely. He would only recover with a few months of recuperation, but he could no longer care about this anymore at this point. He simply wanted to live. “You won’t be able to run away.” He had already run out of the ring and was charging toward the exit when he heard Zayn’s voice. He was scared out of his wits.

Arka shouted behind him, his deep voice nearly drowned out by the deafening roar of thunder. Bima just laughed. His laughter was wild, broken, and challenged the fury of the storm. "Come here, Arka! The water won't kill you!" Arka grunted, but he stepped closer. He had no choice. He would never let Bima stand alone under the threat of lightning and the flu. Once the distance between them vanished, Arka didn't pull Bima away. Instead, he stood tall in front of the boy, acting as a natural shield against the bone-chilling wind. Arka’s black t-shirt clung tightly to his broad chest, highlighting the hard, defined lines of muscle tensed from the cold.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

Sighing, Blake went up to the sleeping dragon, placed two Ultimate Rejuvenation pills into his mouth, and stood back and waited for the results. Chai Bing looked onward with anticipation. Suddenly, the dragon transformed into an elder man with long, white flowing hair and a beard to match. He looked like one of those old Japanese film elders who would come and teach the protagonist in the movie how to fight better. Even though he had white hair, his skin had no wrinkles. Blake didn’t know if it was the effects of the pills or if he had already looked like this before.

"You're right. A one-on-one is too slow. Come at me together. I'll kill every last one of you." Then, he charged straight into them like a tiger let loose in a flock of chickens. Black energy surged around him, dark and bottomless. He looked like something that had been dragged up from the abyss. It was the unmistakable mark of the Black Arcane Arts. Screams rang out one after another as more of the young elites fell. It was one thing to lose to Kaldor. There had been a crushing gap in both power and status. But losing to Zeke? That was something they couldn't accept.

Naraka Pati was confused. "You think the members of the Bhayangkara army are that weak? A fire like that can't kill me. Why? It's because my body is covered in panther armor that has the hardness of a black diamond. Plus, even your dirty fire rope moves are too easy to cut." Black Tiger stood with his chest puffed out. He stared intently at Naraka Pati. "Then I'll use another dirty trick!" Naraka Pati instantly transformed himself into a fire man.

He barked. “My permission is the only one you need now.” I mocked. “Start moving!” I barked back. He started walking without arguing back. So fast I could barely keep up. “Wait! Wait up.” I yelled. “Wait for me!” He slowed down, giving me a chance to catch up to him. He was right at the entrance of the forest which wasn’t far from our cottage. “Don’t ever, ever, command me like that again.” He said. His black-red eyes are more red than black now.