Black And Blue Novels & Stories

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.

It’s like a book elegantly bound But in a language that you can’t read just yet…’ “Hi, guys! It’s a beautiful morning in San Diego and I’m here with the latest updates on ‘Black & White’ trilogy! I must say your feedback up to this point, is absolutely fantastic and I’m looking forward to making lots of progress on the edits for the third book, ‘Crimson Love’. I know a lot of you are anxious for info, so I hope to have an official release date for you as well as a cover reveal by the same time next week. I hope more of you will jump on board and take this romantic trip with all of you, already loyal fans, and with yours truly.” Everly grinned and fist-pumped. “Also, I’ve started an all-new s

Xander- black ? Black- he killed them all, those who he found at least. Xander- how many do you have with you? Black- 300, with weapons and armor.. you know his headed to jordan next right? Xander- yes, how's blue ? Black- getting bigger, but alright. Xander- oh. Black- I heard about Lori, I am sorry for what happened. No one should ever go through anything like that... Xander- jeah, well it's done now.

"Mom has this too,they call it pro something, though not sure" "Pro what?What the hell is wrong with me?I don't want magic please hope I don't want this,no it's definitely not that I think I'm suffering from a rare cancer"Si jie rant,hope scoff. " Named what?"A small smile grease hope lips,Si jie calm down a little racking her brain to think of a name. "Something blue, blueish cancer I assume, no blueterrisg cancer" " There's nothing like that"

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

monotonous just like his wardrobe. He stopped in front of one particular black car. "Look at this one... It's one of my favourite shades," he claimed pointing to it. Either one of us has to be colour-blind - Mili thought. "It's just ... black?" She curiously asked. His jaw twitched, as if personally offended. "It's obsidian black, baby," he instantly answered. Mili stared at him offering a small, confused smile, swirling her tongue around the melting ice cream. It was then she realised that he had his own palette of shades that she had completely failed to recognise.

Blue asked, she had never heard of their kind before until now, she never believed such creatures as Jaguars existed She hadn’t been told or heard anything about them. “We are the Ebonyi tribe, most people refer to us as the Black African tribe, we serve a diety called OBASHI, the god of war and hunting. We have being living here for centuries even before the Great War” Miriam informed. She stared at a Blue a bit and all she could see was the features of her mother. “You look so much like her” she complimented. “Thank you” Blue answered with a smile, she looked ahead and found Alpha Cane watching her like she needed protection.

And from its heart, something began to emerge — a shape woven of shadow and blood, wearing a thousand faces Kaelira once loved and lost. Her knees nearly buckled. “It’s the Echo,” she whispered. “The last remnant of the Black Moon.” It smiled — a cruel, shifting thing. You brought him here, it hissed. How generous. Another vessel to consume. Zevran didn’t flinch. “You’ll choke on me before that happens.” The battle began like a storm breaking open — lightning and steel, magic and fury. Kaelira unleashed her power, the air crackling with blue fire as runes carved themselves across her skin. Zevran moved like a phantom, every strike precise, every step anchored in the rhythm of survival.

“The blue line. It turned black. What does black mean?” Rian stopped walking. His grip on me tightened. “Blue is the acceleration,” he whispered. “Blue is the artificial attempt to bind.” “And black?” He looked at me. His expression was unreadable. “Black is permanent,” he said. “Black is the biological acceptance of the foreign soul. It means your essence has fused to the pack lineage. It cannot be undone.” “So I am the Anchor forever?” “No,” Rian said, his voice dropping to a rough growl. “An Anchor is a role. A job. This mark… this is different.”

Opened the door. I stepped in. Dominic Blackwood was sitting up in bed. No tubes. No machines. Just a bandage under a white T-shirt, the edge of it visible at his collarbone. Black sweatpants. Bare feet. He looked like a man who’d been stabbed twenty hours ago and decided he was done with it. His face was clean. The blood was gone. The bruising was already yellow at the edges. Fast healer. Or good doctors. Or both. His eyes were the same. Blue. Not gray. Not green. Blue like the lake upstate where the water goes black.