Black Belly Mga Nobela at Kwento

the Black Being smiled bitterly to himself. "But you'll have to kill me first before you can be so sure!" he raged suddenly. The next moment he bit into his flesh and spat out blood that became a bubble that enclosed the Bloody Red Humanoid figure. then he stepped backward attempting to flee. "No–no–no–no! What is this? Am I so weak that I can't teleport!" The black being grumbled. However, In the next moment, the blood bubble weakened enough to reveal it was been continuously swallowed by an open mouth inside the bubble. A moment later the bubble was gone. It had been absorbed by the Bloody Red Humanoid figure.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

I promise. ~~~ "What's the progress?" "The cargo has been conveyed to Southern borders, sir. Tomorrow, the rest of it will follow. The Bull's Elite are holding a conference meeting at the Margan site. They request your presence this time, Lord" The eyes if Dillion shifted to his subordinate that was cladded in all black. Black shoes, black suit, black belt, black tie and black shirt underneath the suit and his eyes being expressionless, he turned his attention back to the fanciful dagger in his hand and played with the edges. "Keep the Lord subject for now. I don't want the black Cobras finding out my identity."

I wrapped my hands around her back and consoled her. “Manvi please don't cry..what’s the matter,” I asked in concern. She parted the hug and showed her hands “look at this, Mumma said it's the biggest blessing if the colour is dark but I only have burnt hands'' she said plainly. I held her hand and kissed her wound gently, she closed her eyes. “Manvi, It's just a ritual and not any Henna’s colour will be evidence to show how deeply I love you..” I exclaimed.

Finally he said, "It is the black lung. A sickness that plagued many those days. Once the coughing starts.. there is little hope." His words hit me like a blow. The black lung - a terrible illness caused by dark magics seeping into the land. Once the spell is cast upon the direct victim. I had heard of its cruel symptoms and swift death. I turned back to Alex, taking his face in my hands. His eyes, though pained, still shone with affection when he looked at me. I swallowed my saliva. I watched in disbelief, unsure of the situation as I caught a glimpse of Bee smile hideously with her face down. "Did Bee just smile?”.

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

"I come with a report. A lot of people are falling under a strange illness in the pack. Quite a number, threw up black blood with a whitish substance Dathan identified as mistletoe. He also thinks it's airborne." Cyre, Darren, Derek and I, all look at each other simultaneously with the same words on our minds. Cyre's telling the truth! The mention of the black blood makes my knees weaker. My breath catches in my throat as I glance at Cyre, silently begging her to tell me this isn't a s bad as it sounds. But her eyes -hard, resigned - say it's worse. Derek curses under his breath, swinging into action. "We need to move the pack underground. Now."

Caleb: In stark contrast, Caleb embodied the allure of the star-studded night sky—an enigmatic canvas of mystery and passion. His raven-black hair cascaded like the night itself, untamed and flowing with an undercurrent of rebellious energy. His eyes, an intense shade of dark gray, sparkled with the intensity of distant constellations, promising a journey into uncharted territories.

Belphegor pinned Allocen to the desk, his hands around the demon’s neck. Allocen’s blue eyes were wide in fear and panic. He saw Callie at the doorway and pleaded, "Help me!" Belphegor’s hands tightened around his throat and there was the loud crunch of bone snapping. Allocen went limp but Belphegor did not let him go. He aged rapidly. His blond hair turned white, his skin withered into grey, and his flesh emaciating into his bones. He disintegrated into ashes until all that was left was the three-piece black suit he was wearing.

Many crimson red eyes appear on its head; each eye looks hungrily at the exposed limbs of that man in black. Blacky body starts to get bigger and bigger on each step as it’s walking toward that man in black. Each step more terrifying organs appeared on its body, each step more mouth, fang, and claw appeared until its stinking breath reeked of blood touching the nose of that man in black.