Bardock Black Novels & Stories

He could see everything, and he saw just how extraordinary Xiao Chen’s grudge against someone was—because he saw that the color of Xiao Chen’s aura was neither gold nor the ordinary color typical of humans. “A reddish-black color—a color that reveals that this child harbors a deep grudge against someone, and also… a color that has witnessed countless deaths and experienced death itself!” said the black dragon, recalling the color of the aura emanating from Xiao Chen’s body as he had observed it closely.

Black added. "Hey, Barcode and Rayy do other exercises." replied Hugo. Bass innocently asked, "What exercise?" Black and Hugo answered simultaneously, "Exercise in bed." Barcode, who saw that his friends wanted to tease him, threw a sofa cushion in annoyance. "You guys! You caress-hungry old men." Barcode quipped. Black straightened his face and said, "Okay. Because you already have a lover, and your lover is very good at sexual intercourse, so you insult us."

Then, the sound arrived. THUD. THUD. THUD. A figure rounded the corner of the tunnel. Baraka held his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. Even with his enhanced vision, the figure was a terrifying sight. It was a man, or what used to be one. He stood nearly seven feet tall, his skin the color of cooled lava—a matte, obsidian black that seemed to swallow the dim yellow light of the cave. He was shirtless, revealing muscles that weren't just large; they were knotted like gnarled tree roots, pulsating with a slow, heavy rhythm.

The garden had different species of flowers but the common ones were the black flowers Ava loved so much,they were planted by King Alarie himself. "They are so beautiful," Ava said touching the black flowers"Now that I think of it, you love black.Black roses, black carriages, black clothes and a mask, black snake. Everything is black." "Black is the real deal," Vador replied. "Then why aren't you the black lord," She said chuckling. Right there darkness took over Vador,in a second his hands were tightened around Ava's neck,his eyes were no longer red but a darker shade of red. "Don't you ever say that," he spat.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Soon, the three men stood together in silence, smoke curling into the night air as they anxiously waited for news. "Belle is a fighter," Park finally broke the silence after exhaling a stream of smoke. "She's not going to give up now that she has you and Neo." Ethan lowered his gaze and took another drag. "She is," he admitted quietly. "She's always been brave." His voice cracked. "But I'm still scared." He released a shaky breath. The nicotine did nothing to calm him. Fear and doubt continued to claw at his mind, threatening to consume him whole. "Belle is a mother now," Darvid said thoughtfully while flicking ash from his cigarette.

Fallon realized that the dark beast-rearing method from the Nefarious Deity Sect suited the Dhuta Beast quite well. Moreover, its level surpassed Tack's zombies by a lot, which upset Tack. Tack's position as leader lasted only a day. It was like playing a game and winning only a day of being the leader. Carla and Norm next heard a mysterious voice that taught them the Blackness Technique. The technique could absorb the light all around them. It could catch the opponent unawares while fighting. They could even use it on anyone they wanted to. All four of them were given an opportunity each in a short time.

As soon as he saw his father sitting on a chair, he bawled as he rushed over, sobbing over his lap, "Dad, someone just messed up our bar and beat me up!" Seeing him bawling, Frank could understand why Baldie was such good friends with Brody—neither of them had brains. "What?!" Blackfive exclaimed in shock. "They beat you up on my turf?! They're dead now!" Death aura spilled from his body—he was a martial artist too, though just Birthright rank. Baldie then pointed at Frank. "That's him! He did it! You have to beat him up, Dad!" Turning toward Frank where Baldie was pointing, Blackfive was left perplexed for a moment before bellowing in fury. "Amazing! Messing up my bar and beating up my son?

Bones crack and stretch with wet popping sounds as he becomes an equally massive black dragon. Wicked dark spikes jut from every surface of his armored hide like a weapon designed by nightmares. His scales are so black they seem to absorb light, making him look like a living shadow against the flames. Sharp ridges run along his spine, and his wings stretch wide enough to block out the moon. Where Kieran looks like winter's most merciless executioner, Dale looks like he crawled out of hell. No more holding back. The hatred between them has finally hit its limit. This fight's been coming for years.

The man didn’t need superpowers to pick out the few warriors who had objected to being called pups. “You three,” he let out. “Come with Mr Lazy here. You’ll be attacking me all at once, once the individual sparring is done that is.” The most obnoxious one of them had the nerve to chuckle and say, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll get beaten up?” “Oh, bring it on, pup,” Mr Blackwood rolled his shoulders, looking perfectly relaxed. He soon was moving in our ranks, giving us valuable advice. “You’re leaving your right open, Parkers,” he let out once he reached me.