Black Angle Novels & Stories

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.

“ARGHHHHHH……” Blackout.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Tyrel could not continue what he was supposed to say until Yesha continued what he was saying. "Symbolize as death? And it symbolizes as bad luck?" Tyrel nodded while Yesha took a deep breath before she explained to Tyrel why the black color is her favourite." "Doesn't mean black symbolizes bad luck and death. We will be afraid of the color black. For me, black is like me, and black is like other people who struggle with what they are going through. What black means to me is hope. Why? Because even if you are trapped in your dark experience, darkness will call to light to give you hope of being free from all your problems. Whatever you hide in the dark, it will make its way to someone to hel

Each word landed like a hammer, heavy, final, irreversible. The air left the room. I felt the color drain from my face as I shivered on the bed, like my body already understood what my mind refused to accept. I looked at Black. His eyes were no longer human. They were dark, bottomless pits of rage. I could see that something inside him had snapped loose, something ugly and violent crawling to the surface. I saw that look, that look that months of care from the guys had made me forget. He walked toward the bed, his footsteps slow and heavy. Before I could even blink, his hand flew through the air.

“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.”

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

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.

Black coal Black scar Black scale Black and lovely melanin You are as tough as a coal Like a scar you have marked me a spot among the cloud Your hardness has taught me hardship and endurance under the scorching fire of the yellow glow Black and lovely melanin You made me weak You make me strong You made me sad You make me happy You are a great gift from the world's blacksmith Of the colors in the world you are greatness Black and lovely melanin From you the black smith of the world refined and nurtured me into a lustrous gem I will love and cherish you forever. Black coal Black scar Black scale Black and lovely melanin -Anthony. O. Godwin