Black Anime Ocs Novels & Stories

A man who had been blessed by the gods with the mandate to spread their word. Akalaka who was popularly called Osisiakalaka was a man of honour. A man who would present a wrestling match to the five sacred spirits of the forest and still beat them with his hands tied behind his back. He had a white beard that ran across his chin like a symbol of freedom against an unknown oppressor. He was a stout man with a bald head. He had a livid mark that ran from his eyeballs to his cheek. It was widely believed that he had acquired the mark when he battled with the head of an ancient spirit cult that possessed a little girl he loved so much but eventually was forced to kill in order to ensure the dest

"L-IVING. O-FF OF A V-ULNERABLE E-MOTIONAL RIDE WITH SOMEONE YOU TRUST DEEPLY" *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. I am anxiously sitting on my bed, dressed in a tight silver dress my mom had bought me last Christmas. I had matched the dress with my knee high black boots. I watch as the time slowly moved towards 7:00pm.

My skin prickled. Hasmik looped her arm through mine and grinned. "Of course it's not. That's the point. You've been wearing Sargis' hoodies like you're in a hostage video. This"..she held up a jet-black bralette with sheer cups and little gold chains.."this is your awakening arc." I blinked. "My what?" "Anime, remember? Every strong female character has that one episode where she realizes she's hot and dangerous and worthy of silk and vengeance. This is yours."

"I don't know who it is. I never met him. We talked on the phone." I look around the dark room to see that my men have formed a circle around us. I point at this idiot with my gun. "This is the most cliché set of circumstances I've seen. Wouldn't you all agree?" I turn my attention back to the guy. "Let me guess, Bob gave you like 50K or something?" "A hundred," he grimaces as he turns his head to spit.

Placing on the bed and removing his shoes, observed the room for a minute, he couldn't help but smile softly, Yoshiki always like dark tones it didn't surprise him that the only bright colors in the house were the white that was present here and there. Exiting the bedroom, he called An Bai; he worked with him in disposing of unwanted bodies, looking down as the Mutated body, he couldn't help but grin in happiness, if his brother could produce such a scene unintentionally, just imagine what he would be capable of when it's intentional made a thrill ran up his spine, it looks like his baby brother isn't so innocent, even if he is it makes it enjoyable to turn him completely dark, after all, if

“The hell? Why would he get into that without telling us? Morana’s sensitive about her wolf.” I continue clicking through the tabs, and then I find a hidden folder marked ‘Personal Notes.’ Opening it, I’m greeted with a jumbled collection of Osiris’s thoughts, clearly intended for his eyes only. One note stands out, titled ‘Morana’s wolf – Potential Trigger?’ The document details hypotheses about the potential causes of her blindness and its effects on her aggression levels. “What the fuck…” I mutter. It’s basically a compilation of observations Osiris made about Morana’s behavior changes during full moons, and her struggles with her wolf’s blindness; questions about whether this could be ha

I thought. “Haha! Hyung! The dark circles under your eyes are worse than mine!” Miko beats me in teasing Yosef-hyung. “Shut up, maknae. Or else you’ll get a black eye instead of eye bags.” Yosef-hyung replied. “Hey, easy Yosef-hyung! Maknae is just kidding… Right maknae?” Aikon luckily arrived. I noticed hyung calmed down and entered the café.

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…"

Its sudden appearance caused a ripple of panic, and many tried to make themselves as small as possible, hoping to avoid its wrath. Without warning, Annihilator lunged at a young boy. The boy didn't even have time to scream before his head was ripped from his body. Blood sprayed across the room, and the wolf drank deeply, savoring its kill. The sight was too much for some of the slaves, who fainted at the gruesome spectacle. The cloud-covered moon and the onset of heavy rain added to the macabre scene.

Then Giro vanished towards Alpha Cal’s fortress. People around him began shouting, some Omegas were even panicking. But the Slaves, including Klea and Sasha, did not even halt for a second while doing their daily chores due to their fear of being whipped for the every minute they leave their post is equivalent to one strike. “The Shadows are here! The Shadow Rose Pack is here!” The shriek of the people didn’t stop Ansel from gathering a bucket of water from the well nonetheless. He’s no longer a Beta; he’s an Omega now. And like Klea and Sasha, he didn’t stop doing his daily chores.