Black Big Forehead Characters Novels & Stories

the elder chuckled, walking out of the shadows and standing in front of Ogre. A man with a frame that was even large than Ogre’s stood before the kneeling Ogre. His red eyes pierced through the latter like lasers, revealing his identity as an Undead. He wore a mask that hid his features, but his identity was known just by the size of his body alone. This man was one of the two scientists that served directly under the Undead Lord. This man was Elder Black! And it was he who was in charge of Ogre’s Nest. You see, Ogre’s Nest was merely one of Elder Black’s many enterprises. It was like a limb that he could cut off at any time. At least, that was how things had started out; however, Ogre’s Ner

“You being like that just proves how ungrateful of a scum you are!” The two friends were physically different. George was short and a little bit porky. His round face and wide-set eyes gave him the look of a premature child, but his black mustache, ironically, impressed him a rogue and ruthless vibe. He’s wearing black boxers, showing off his fair skin and bumpy stomach. On his left forearm was a green birthmark that resembled a distorted cup.

are yellow in color. Different shades of bright sunshine yellow... oh and their hair and eyes can come in any color. What makes their appearances extra unique is the glow that seems to radiate from their yellow skin. You see their skin has taken in so much UV light from their many suns that it literally glows... Their planet has no night. I don't know much more about them... They have six competing in the harvest. Froles come from the planet Frole. They are slim and fast. Frole has almost no trees so their speed and slim builds come in handy when hunting. They are wild-like in personality and features. Their skin is striped from their head down to their toes. They are striped so they can bl

They are amused at the sight of me. Alpha Kenn shoves me up against his chest, like a rag doll, and I frown at the metallic, iron stench emitting off of his warm body. He latches onto me like a trophy and the crowd smiles and hollers with victory, with pride. "I have retrieved my Luna," Alpha Kenn cheers to the crowd, like a newly wedded King. "Where is my dear old friend, Alpha Tate?" One man from the bunch steps forward, nearly naked, and my eyes roam around me, watching the circling wolves. One, a large, dark brown beast, has black fabric between its teeth. Man against wolf, how cruel.

“He... was right behind me when I accidentally bumped into him. And when I looked at him, I was shocked. I don’t know how to explain it... but he had this strange kind of handsomeness, something out of the ordinary. It was like there was something eternal and timeless in his face. But the most disturbing thing was the black mark on his forehead. It was so dark, different from the ones I’ve seen before.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but hearing her words only made me more tense. That black mark... anyone who has a black mark like that isn’t just anyone. Usually, people with power or influence have a red mark on their forehead, a sign of their connection to the world’s energy.

Something clicks in me as I look at them, they complete each other, that is what this means. I have never seen King Harvey’s father before. He is as wide as King Harvey, with burning red unnatural eyes. His face is as chiseled as King Harvey’s, with a salt and pepper beard. His black hair is combed back lightly, not tightly to his scalp. His ears are as sharp as King Harvey’s but longer. Two fangs pop out his upper lip, long but not threatening. He is wearing a black velvet cloak with grey fur over his shoulders. The suit he wears is all black, with white pinstripes.

Anything other than her approval - which he did not need - would have resulted to instant death. "He turned to face the men behind her, “Get me the big black book, for a contract." Confused, her eyes dancing around the room, Arabella’s jaw dropped open. What contract? What did he mean? The men behind her stepped forward. Over six feet tall, broad and with muscles that threatened to rip their shirts apart. Their heads were all bald, not a single strand of hair could be found. She noticed a similar dragon tattoo at the left side of their heads, it ran down to the back of their ears, she had spotted it on the handsome stranger too.

He was tall and handsome with a distinctive bald head. He had a smile on his face the whole time, as he walked straight to a chair beside my bed and sat. He didn't come alone though. He had two women for company; the elderly woman who had a purple scrub on and a young, busty lady with a strange yellow-coloured eyeball who didn't look too pleased to see me. I heaved a sigh of relief on hearing that my baby was fine. “It's good to finally get the chance to introduce myself to you. I'm Boris, Alpha of the Black Fur Pack. What are you called?” He asked.

"Except you plan on living in the backseat. Which, honestly, might be too good for you." I stepped out before he could say more, my heels crunching on the gravel. I followed him through the massive front doors into a living room that looked like a museum. An older man was sitting in a leather armchair, a newspaper covering his face. He looked relaxed, but the power rolling off him was suffocating. This was the Big Boss—Alpha Silas Blackwood. He folded the paper down as we approached. His hair was silver, but his eyes were the same icy blue as Adrian's.

he yells. I shake my head. "Like you'd leave without me!" I see him smile his goofy smile. He's missing four teeth in the front and has two silver teeth in the back. His greying hair is tied clumsily behind a dirty and worn down green bandana, making him look like a crazy old man. He may look crazy, and is crazy, but he has the biggest heart out of anyone. He's treated Nate and I like his very own children for years now. Ever since our first captain, Black Blood, was fatally injured during an on-going war and in his last dying breath named Nate the new captain. Black Blood took us to be his very own children since he never had any of his own. The memory of him brought tears in my eyes but I