Black Among Us Novels & Stories

By the time it was ready to attack, Yusuf and Lukas were already aiming at it and its surprised companions. The sound of their rifles firing echoed throughout the alley. Mounds of sand fell to the ground and vaporized to thin air. The Black Entity was neutralized, now they could move on. They came across an intersection. The eastern street was lit up in sporadic explosions while the western street was illuminated by strobing gunfire. Both routes are dangerous, but the road ahead was under guard by a group of black furred Aswangs. Lukas never understood the meaning behind the colors of their fur but he made a mental note to ask the pathologists later about it, assuming that he survives this.

That just … can’t be good. I shot a look at Ryan and his face was all over the map. He had absolutely no poker face and you could read his thoughts on his face. Well, I could at any rate. “I am Ash Black, the werewolf representative on the council. I believe I met you before,” the male said, pointing to Ryan. “Yes sir, briefly,” Ryan said. At least he was smart enough to be polite, the moron. Ryan and I were completely opposite people, raised differently and had totally different outlooks on life. So why the fuck was I sitting here with him, about to beg the leaders of our world for a favor you might ask?

Nolan said. “Not dirty enough,” she answered. Ace came in, tossing a folder onto the table. “You might want to see this before you make that call.” Inside were photos of trucks, shipments, faces blurred out, all marked with a familiar patch; the Black Ravens. Cole, standing behind Jax, frowned. “You gotta be kidding me. The Black Ravens? They are the kind of bastards who sell their own brothers for a fix.” Nolan leaned forward. “They are not loyal. But they have got routes we need.”

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her.

GRAY “Incoming,” I whisper as I see a flurry of movement across the forest. I’m on the periphery, falling back and observing how the recruits fare in their first war games while still giving a little bit of direction here and there. So far, I’m impressed with my team- they’ve taken out every encroaching member of the black team before they can get close to the bunker. I’m not sure what strategy they employed for offense, but it’s clearly not working for them.

It was almost as if black symbolized more power. Then I realized I just bought a mask and didn’t ask him if it was okay when I see the woman wearing them in white and black just like the men. I looked at Chase and asked, “Is my mask color appropriate? I noticed that some women are in white and some in white and black. Mine is the only all black mask.” Chase let out a chuckle and said, “You have the right color mask love. I am surprised you have picked up on that. Black symbolizes power and rank. The more black the higher your rank.”

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.

However, the meeting happened unexpectedly between Delmom and Brenda, who had managed to escape from her father. “Delmom, I really need to talk to you before it’s too late.” “What are you doing here, Brenda? — Yes, I don’t have much time, but everything bad that’s happening is my father’s fault, be careful with him!” Brenda disappeared into the mist, becoming a beautiful omega and ran through the mountains. Soon Delmom, transformed into an alpha, but with a broken heart, was looking for prey to feed on. Delmom’s hunt was so intense that all he could see in his eyes was red blood.

Music that pulsed through the walls like a heartbeat. People dressed like they owned the world. And maybe they did. They were having fun, if not too much fun. “Welcome,” Avery said beside me, “to the real Blackthorn.” I barely heard her. I was too busy taking everything in. The luxury. The danger. The way everyone moved like they belonged here. Like this was their world. And I... I wasn’t supposed to be part of it. And yet… I was. We moved deeper into the crowd.