Romans & histoires Black Belly

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

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.

The sky was cloudy and, people could hear the sounds of thunders far. The cold wind seemed furious, swept the earth that seemed silent. Dust swirled all over the place, which had dead bodies all over the field. There the bodies painted the grass of the battleground with fresh 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.

"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."

Noah flinched, “Well, let’s look at the bright side… at least he didn’t vaporize himself.” Blackie snorted, “…he can’t vaporize himself any more than you can soothe yourself.” “Oh. Well… at least he didn’t vaporize the water he’d already drunk?” “Yeah, good thing that one finely steamed stomach wasn’t on the menu…” “…Blackie …I realize that black humor fits in well with your name… and personality… but there is such a thing as being too black!” QAQ (≖_≖) “Is that a veiled insult where you tell me that I shouldn’t be myself, Black?”

And everything stopped. A body lay in the center of the clearing. Arms spread wide. Legs positioned at angles that no living person would choose. The body laid out like a dark offering to the sky. But it was the state of the corpse that made my stomach turn. The skin had turned black. There were no bruises.and the body definitely didn’t look burned. But completely, utterly black like all life had been drained out of it and replaced with shadow. The flesh looked almost webbed, with dark veins pulsing just beneath the surface in patterns that hurt to look at directly.

“We need to get back,” Frowning Tiger said after a while. The Giant Black Mamba had been burned to a crisp. Normally the body of a Magical Beast with great armor-like skin, or in this case scales, like the Giant Black Mamba would have been treated like a treasure. It could have been used to create many tools and weapons. And its offal could have been sold to the nearby towns for an expensive sum. But such a treasure had been burnt alive, simply because it incurred the wrath of a few Tigers.

My lips were pressed into a tight frown, my eyes solely focused on the body lying motionlessly on the bed. Her beautiful scarlet hair was nothing but a miserable pale black. Her skin was the colour of a corpse and her red lips were grey and covered with black scales, just like her body. The scales were hideous, slimy and slightly offensive to the nose. Her body was as cold as ice and her breath was paused. Scarlette looked dead but she was alive, barely.