Black And Blue Novels & Stories

I point to each pack to explain further… “Blood Stone – Black Red River - Red Moon Peak - Yellow Silver Dawn - Light Grey Blue Rock – Blue!” Everyone is dressed in black sportswear, only the coloured chest vests, and two battle stripes on each cheek, representing their Pack. They look amazing, and I feel proud of all these men and women, even if they are not from my own pack.

Why is it black? “You are a Blackburn,” Sage said, answering her thought as he retracted his wing and Amber looked at him. “Your kind is special for the black blood that runs in your veins and that is why they call you Nightbloods. Bathilda is one too.” Even after what he said, Amber could not bring herself to lick her own blood and she quickly rubbed it off with her other finger. She looked at him again and caught him staring and she felt it to be overwhelming. “Kyra,” he called. His voice was as soft as the wind and her heart nearly stopped.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

Jon snorted in amusement. That little conversation on colors paved the way to small chatter. Mostly on the superior color. "Purple is better. You can see purple." Jon pointed out, firm on his stance. "Elaine would agree." Wild gave a wolfish grin. "I can hardly see purple. It's more blue than purple." He retorted to Jon. "But you still see it, that's the point." Wild's tail thumped against the dashboard and the door as he fully faced his "opponent". "Blue still overshadows purple. Therefore, blue is still superior." Jon smiled back. "Fine, what about shades. Can you see shades?" Wild nodded immediately. "Black, white, grey, the whole shady spectrum." Jon raised a brow. "Really? Great! Black

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

I log into my job's attendance app and request a personal day. After I shower, I look into my eyes. The longer I stare, the darker the mirror becomes. Inside, I see several black shadows standing beside me. I turn to face them, but nothing's there. Back facing the mirror, they become one and move directly behind me. Once they're no longer visible, I gaze deep into my soul. My dark brown pupils appear black. The longer I stare, the more I see this blue hue. It's a lovely shade of extra dark blue, outlining the brown.

I faced each challenge head-on. The black belt in karate that adorned my waist was not just a symbol of my proficiency, but a testament to my resolve to protect those in need. I could not let the traitors harm innocent people, I had to stop them no matter what.

Black explained, switching to English under the influence of alcohol. Blue noticed the sadness in Grey’s eyes. He wasn’t oblivious—he knew Black was the reason Grey had been quiet all this time. “I’ll go buy some ice at the convenience store. Grey, come with me,” Blue said. “I’ll come too,” Black insisted. “Just the two of us, Black. Stay here and drink with Green.” “Come on, brother-in-law—Ow!” Green yelped when Purple smacked the back of his head. “Brother-in-law? Get circumcised first!” Purple shouted.

My hair fell over my face and tears threatened to betray my pride. Before I could think of what to do next, a roar that shook the ground beneath my feet sounded in the direction of Brax, and three bodies smashed into the wall almost crashing into Drake. Brax was partly shifted. Black scales covered his entire body. His eyes were glowing crystal blue with black slits for pupils. His mouth held rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear flesh from bone. His claws were razor sharp and at the ready.

His hands rested on his knees, gripping them tightly, as he struggled to steady his breaths. A black card lay before him on the ground, its surface adorned with bold, gold letters spelling out the unmistakable ‘S.’ The infamous Blacklist card—a harbinger of impending doom, signifying that the person who received it was about to endure the worst week, if not year, of their life. A tradition created by the alphas of the Shadowblood Territory. If anyone dared to offend alphas of Shadowblood territory, that person’s name appeared on the blacklist that was displayed on a big, glowing sign.