Black Angle Novels & Stories

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

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.

His father, on the other hand, didn’t really care and took whatever was left. Christian personally found the color black to be quite fascinating. Technically, it wasn’t supposed to be a color since it was the absence of color, but it could still be a color nonetheless. It was just that the shade of black made him feel drawn to it, as it reminded him of himself. He had nothing inside of him, so his heart did not contain any wasteful emotions except for a silent determination to crush everything that was in his way. There were only goals in his head that he needed to achieve. Every single one of them.

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.

His growl shook dust from stone. Midnight emerged from Jason like a star collapsing into shadow. Black fur. Not brown. Not dark grey. Black. Not the colour of fur, the absence of light. His eyes glowed bright gold. The pack gasped, a collective, instinctive bowing of heads. Because wolves that shade of black didn’t appear often. Only in alpha-born legacy lines older than recorded packs. Even Bernard took a breath. Midnight snarled, deep, resonant, ancient.

I was so happy that even though he was trying to choke me I passed him a genuine smile His anger aggravated on seeing my smile and he increased the pressure on my neck making it diificult for me to breathe While doing this my head fell back and the hood covering my eyes came down. He looked into my eyes and suddenly his grip on my neck loosened I knew he would recognise my eyes My eyes were the rarest Not because they were puple or green or grey But because they were pure black They were so black that you couldn't distinguish between my orbs and iris As black as the night with dark moon lunar phase

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

Her eyes wandered to Sandro's, and she realized his once beautiful sea-green orbs were starting to turn into a darker colour. It was different from the colour of the berserker wolf which was red with golden rings around it and the normal wolf which was black and flecked with gold. This was the blackest of black. A freaking vantablack and the more she stared at it, the more she felt it drawing her in. Thalia shook her head and bit her lower lips. “Sandro!” She shouted as he began to shift. “Get the fúck out of here!” He growled, straining against the chain restricting him.

If I was ready for what today meant. I wore a black outfit—black pants, black fitted top, black boots. My hair was tied back. No jewelry except the ring Ace had given me a few days ago, the one that symbolized the promise of our merging empires. Black has always been my favorite color, not because it’s aesthetically pleasing but because it represents everything I am—power, silence, danger, mystery. And honestly? Because it reminds me of death. And death is something I’ve always been intimately familiar with.

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.