Black Belly Novels & Stories

Disobeying him means disobeying my new Alpha and showing disrespect towards him. “Atticus I-” “Alpha!” Two men in suits approach Atticus, and one of them leans closer to him, but despite speaking quietly, I manage to make out what they’re saying. “The Black Beast is almost at pack borders.” My heart skips a beat and I try to calm myself by thinking about something else- anything else! The flowers… Think of the flowers! The Black Beast. A name that was given to Sebastian years ago, because of his power and the colour of his wolf’s fur.

I'm slim, tall, with light hair, and tan skin. Oriental Gray: Send me a photo of yourself... I want to see you. Black Cat: No, I'm shy... Besides, why do you want a photo of me? Oriental Gray: I thought it would be fun... Three hours later... Black Cat: And why did you choose that name? Oriental Gray: Because of the color of my eyes... They're gray. Black Cat: Really? Well, it suits you very well. Now I understand, an oriental with gray eyes, that's not common.

“The one that caused the explosion and almost killed my mate,” Lee said with a smile, the smile was dominating. “I am back and better than before,” he said, then they all saw him rip the chains off the wall. “Babe, what are you doing the chains are silver, they will damage you,” Jena said rushing towards him but stopping when she saw his eyes. The ball of the eyes was red, the iris was royal blue and the center was black. The black looked like it can suck anyone into the depths of hell.

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.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Jotham, Silveran Capital 2030 Questions surfaced in Hazel's mind. Who was the figure in the dark? Why did he have violet eyes? As far as she knew, only black bloods possessed such color of eyes. The black bloods lived in isolation from other kingdoms. They were known as the Galacticans, since the name of their kingdom was Galactica. The black bloods were demonic in nature and they had hair and eyes ranging from red to black. In other cases, some black bloods possessed violet eyes. Black bloods were believed to have nine lives and the ability to shape shift into big or small cats. Other kingdoms despised them but really it was their fear of black bloods that drove them to hate the black blood

The evil spirits were swirling on the scene of the death, the crows with their black fluff and beak dripping with fresh blood quacked, filling up at the feast of blood and corpses. Not far from there, a corpse pile of mighty warriors of the race of giants, there was a tall and imposing man with a beautiful and cruel face, that until the gods of this world were afraid. He was using a heavy and long sword. His beautiful blond hair was stained by blood, and his blue eyes looked scarier than the scene in front of him.

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

The beast before me did. It was huge and dark. When I say huge I mean at least tree or four hundred pounds of muscles, and when I say dark, I mean of the blackest black you can imagine. Most black wolves are not pure black, like me, but more of a deep dark grey. Pure black wolves would probably be a melanistic wolf. But the black of this wolf was much deeper than this. Black surfaces still have some refractivity. This wolf’s hair had none. It was like all light got sucked in, just like it would be in a black hole, which made his shape slightly indistinct. Only its teeth and eyes were truly visible. And those eyes were red. Not glowing red obviously, but the deep dark colour of blood. This wo

She kissed Ashton on his beautifully carved jawline and Chelsea couldn't help but be pleased with the fact that these two gorgeous people were her best friend and cousin. Ash had fluffy black hair and deep blue eyes that carried on to his form as a werewolf, a smile that could kill off the school's female population and a personality that could make anyone fall in love with him. Olive on the other hand, had straight blonde hair, a heart shaped face, hazel eyes, a smile that lit up any room she walked into and a personality that was sweet, so sweet that Chelsea sometimes wondered in her head if Olive really was that sweet or she was just manipulating everyone around her. Chelsea snapped out o