Ben 10 Black Novels & Stories

“Oh, sweetheart. I already have.” The screen went black. Enzo exhaled slowly, his rage simmering beneath the surface. “Get the cars,” he ordered, his voice dangerously low. “We’re going to end this.

Daniel asked open mouthed. Juan laughed. "I was just kidding" He walked back and handed Daniel a glass of vodka which they sipped while discussing. "The Chinese partners would be bringing the goods for exchange tomorrow. It's worth six billion and I'm entrusting you on that" Juan said. "Yes Boss. I'll go select the best if our team to go with me" Daniel replied. "How many would you be going with?" Juan asked, pouring them another drink. "I'll be going with Slade, Nikita, Cheetah, Audrey and Adrian. They're amongst our best and we really don't need a crowd". Daniel replied.

Inside— There was no restoration. Only torn, dusty files. Water dripping from the ceiling. And in the very center— A black wooden door. Written on it in white paint: ROOM 509 — DO NOT OPEN A chill crawled up my spine. I wanted to leave. But Megha said— “Just two minutes.” She pushed the door. It opened without a sound. More terrifying— As she pushed it, the door pulled itself inward. As if something inside had grabbed it. Inside was darkness. Deep, swallowing darkness.

So, he turned back and joined Luna to weave the fire-baskets. With Ben’s help, the production of the one hundred fire-baskets accelerated drastically. Soon, half of the task was completed. Luna, however, was still deeply suspicious of the black-clothed beastman who had ambushed Ben. He asked again to confirm seriously, "Are you absolutely certain he is the enemy who killed your father?" Ben’s gaze was unwavering, his tone definitive. "It is definitely him. When I fought him, I could clearly perceive his rank. He is a mid-stage Rank Seven."

"She wants to wait for intelligence reports while that freak anchors his roots into my father's council. We strike tonight, while his scent is still fresh." "But the Luna commanded—" "The Luna does not see the speed of the infection!" Tahlia barks, reaching into her tactical belt and drawing a small, reinforced glass vial containing a writhing, pitch-black viper from the Blacktide marshes. "Drop this over his balcony guide-rail." Brena’s skin goes completely white under her hair. "A Blacktide adder? The venom liquefies the blood core within three minutes... it will look like a wild mountain accident if it breaches his furs, but..."

Kel says to him, then walks away leaving Ben as he grunts in pain. "I'm coming for you Adriel, you'll feel every last bit of my pain and anguish once I get hold of you, aarrghh". He grunts holding onto his chest before he blacked out giving in to the darkness. . . .

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

The aura inside Le Ciel Blanc turned as scary as the grave. Julian Blackwood, a man who once glorified pure Alpha blood, now no longer cares about the rest of his humanity. A sick obsession with Chloe boils over his sanity, awakening the mutated monster instincts that have been forced to life by Baron Vane's dark science.

They became the very runes I was currently reading. "To broadcast the truth, one must become the truth," my mother’s voice whispered in the stream, her face momentarily forming in the shifting obsidian. "Chiamaka, the Black frequency isn't a shadow. It’s the 'Dark Matter' of communication—the stuff that holds the stars together. Use it to anchor the room." Above me, a massive THUD echoed. The first Null-Rod had been activated.

A dreadful dark violet aura started to show off around him. “Behold the power of the demon king of Sloth and my greatest invention of all. Cursed Realm Augmentation…” My heart suddenly throbbed fast. The tension in the air has gotten heavier and heavier. An electric current covered with black and violet aura roamed on Belphegor’s hands. His flail slowly transformed into a heavy weapon that resembled like a machine gun and it looked like it has the capability to release a tremendous amount of laser energies. In just an instant, Acanta’s celestial realm was wiped out, shattered and devoured by violet electricity. We all became terrified except Acanta who is still calm until now. The surroundin