Romans & histoires Black Belly

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.

The silver beast turned and bare sharp teeth at the bigger beast. Bathal’s beast Beltza was tall, taller than Calleb’s wolf, Pilak, and its head was bigger. His snout was longer, and his mouth was foaming even against the muzzle. Beltza’s fur was no longer as beautiful and radiant as it once was. His fur was almost completely black with waves of dirty white. His fur was soiled and smeared with filth, and so was his mind. ‘Calleb.’ Pilak called the name of his human in his mind. ‘Calleb Shaldan. I command you to speak!’ Pilak tried to connect with his human as he growled, but Calleb’s consciousness remained silent.

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.

Why is it black? “You are a Blackburn,” Sage said, answering her thought as he retracted his wing and Amber looked at him. “Your kind is special for the black blood that runs in your veins and that is why they call you Nightbloods. Bathilda is one too.” Even after what he said, Amber could not bring herself to lick her own blood and she quickly rubbed it off with her other finger. She looked at him again and caught him staring and she felt it to be overwhelming. “Kyra,” he called. His voice was as soft as the wind and her heart nearly stopped.

It then next displayed when I bought my house and lived alone ever since. "It's not fair!" I whispered, tears squeezing out of my eyes. "It's the world, Becca. Black might be your brightest colour. Bullying might shield you from hurt, turns out hurt is your only lover." She whispered, too, nowhere to be seen. My mind flashed, invisible lights in the room flickering, dimming, the walls closing. What was happening? "Are you sure?" I heard her ask. "Sure of what? What's happening?" "Isn't there anyone who can turn your tables. Didn't you meet a certain him that made you feel different, alive? Loved?"

"Now." Marvin checked his phone, scrolling through the encrypted channels. "The boys from the Iron Anchor are circulating the printed copies at the harbor," Marvin reported, a vicious smile cutting his face. "Alexei’s dockworkers are mobilizing right now. They just figured out the exact coordinates where Tokyo hid the black money. You think they’re gonna sit tight?" "The union guys are losing their minds," Sophia added. "The anger is spreading. They want blood." The news broadcast blared from the wall monitor, lines of text exposing the entire syndicate to the world.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Then black. Nothing.

Elder Marrek stepped in when he saw Lyra preparing to examine the patient herself. “We’ve named this plague Black Marrow Blight,” Marrek said in a low voice. “At first, it’s almost invisible, no rashes, no sores, no fever or clear symptoms. The afflicted seem healthy, maybe just a little tired.” He glanced at the emaciated figures inside the tent, his gaze growing darker. “But once it settles in… they lose the ability to shift. Even their natural healing vanishes. It’s like their bodies are drained dry, down to the marrow. In the end, they become hollowed husks, stripped of every trace of wolf.”