Black Belly Novels & Stories

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 skin is a dark, grotesque, reddish tone tainted with black tar, and the nails are long and sharp. Demon hands.

Gossip could be murderous to your place between the rich and could damage any future endeavors in the business world (meaning no investments from anyone). That’s when he started taking out loans, first legally, and when banks didn’t want to loan him any more money because he couldn’t pay any of it back he turned to the black market. This is how I think I got here. My father took out illegal loans from loan sharks like Dimitri and not being able to pay any money back.

I won't take this fight unless he gives me the green light. Uncle George nods, “Kill her sorry ass. I had enough.” “Bella Black is a chicken,” Bria yells and starts acting like a chicken. That is it. That bitch is dying today. I shot up and took a big sip of my whiskey. My blood was boiling. I made my way over to the ring. I smirked as I stepped into the ring. The smell of blood and sweat filled the ring that would make anyone want to vomit, but I didn't care. I want her blood to be the next that is spilled on this fucking floor.

All of Humanity turns their faces, and their eyes wide open in despair. Thud!! A black gigantic 100 feet humanoid foot thud as it shook the earth from a burning portal, a towering dark image emerges from a dark corrosive smoke with red six eyes gleam from the smoke. Black Death is a 700 feet tall monster. The city skyscraper is but a small object compared to it. Its body is made of black and bright yellow-red flames. Its flames flowed down its body like lava water, it has dark legs and humanoid arms, horns jutting out like a Santa clause reindeer with teeth of a decayed human skull. Dark corrosive steam smoke jotting out of his mouth. It glared at the city in front of it. Black Death could b

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

Got Mathew a new video game, new clothes and some lingerie for when Jay come back. We also went to the nail salon, hailey got some long acrylic nails, blood red she said it help hide the evidence. I had no idea if she's for real or joking but i laughed along. I got my nails done too, my real nails they are now pink and glittery, mathew nails are black now.

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

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant skin.