Black Big Forehead Characters Novels & Stories

Linda nodded, glancing at Maris and returning her gaze to the plus size king. "Can you describe the dogman?" "He had a black birthmark on his forehead, shaped like a map." Linda explained and the crowd gasped in unison. "Could that be-" the king sat up, staring at the empty space in front of him with a scrunched up face. "–Scar?" "Yes!" Linda snapped her fingers and the crowd erupted in whispers. "Dracula made mention of that name." The dogmen king's face mirrored disappointment as he scratched his beards and sipped from a golden cup of wine.

I craned my neck over the sea of faces bearing board of the name of their families, loved ones and others. It didn't take me long to see my name, KELVIN boldly written on a white board, held by a man in Black suit. I studied the man closely. This man was a mountain of black flesh and muscles. He was the biggest man I had ever seen. He had tremendous broad shoulders that was impressive and a face as ugly as a gorilla. His head was shaved and there was a knife scar that ran down the right side of his face from his eyebrows to the back of his chin. I didn't like the looks of him. He looks a lot more gangsta and dangerous.

I heard Vera ask and I shifted my gaze to her. "It can't be the same person, right?" I asked Vera as if she knew about Black. "Who can't be the same person?" I heard Vera ask. "Black and Alexander?" I blurted out, "Who is Black?" I heard Vera ask before my mind registered what was happening. "Nothing," I said quickly and tried to compose myself. Alexander has hazel eyes, Black has green eyes. I thought. They might be of the same height, same size and same body stature but their faces looked different. Black looks more white than Alexander. It's just my mind playing tricks on me. I thought and felt a bit relaxed.

“How did you—” One of them, the tallest and biggest one, was so fast that I failed to follow his movements. In just a few seconds, he was already in front of me with a huge, disgusting grin on his face. His black hair reached his shoulders and there was a deep, horizontal scar slashed from both side of his face. My eyes widened in both terror and shock when he grabbed me by the neck and almost lifted me from the floor, choking me. “So you are the one that has been giving master Ambrose massive headaches.” his snarl rumbled low and sharp

He hadn't been near her in his human state, so they had no idea how he would react. Would his wolf demand to be set free? They'd hoped to have this meeting in a more private setting for this exact reason, but now it was out of their control. Delores opened the door, and the red-haired woman strode in. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw Brodi and Finn standing with her boss. One man had dark, almost black hair and golden eyes unlike anything Liv had ever seen. They were striking. The other man, however, commanded the room. He was huge, towering over both of the other men. He was dressed like most of the locals in a long-sleeve, button down shirt and jeans but the rest of him was anything

It was the big boss! They turned around and looked at him with nervous eyes. A giant figure stood in front of them, shoulders wide and taller than both of them. He had a dark skin tone and a huge scar covered his forehead. “Welcome back, sir” They both greeted him as they bowed respectfully. He didn’t bother answering and just sat on the company head’s seat. Neither of them dared stop him. “So you blew up your cover this time?” He asked as he put his legs on the table.

She said in a falsely sweet voice. The general of the Adom army was part Adom and part Sagol. He had dark hair and red eyes, sun-kissed skin bulging with muscles just like Adom people were famous for, the only thing differentiating him from his kind being the black horn that peeked out of the left side of his forehead.

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

“Alright,” Blackie shrugged, “As I said, we used Soul Coupling as a reference to create a new soul-based, multiversal racial characteristic for worldborn. Basically, we gave your soul an ability to… uh… interact with other souls in a special way… which kinda made you into a eunuch,” Blackie laughed awkwardly, “but otherwise it is very handy! I guarantee that in the future, you’ll totally love it!”

Very elaborate stick figures danced and moved from one side to the other as actors in Neon with horns, halos and beard to symbolize each of the mentioned characters. "The chipped little angel who made the bad life choice of falling in love with the real fuck, died of stupidity and the little freak almost went along "a little stick doll appeared, one that had a horn on one side of the head and half halo on the other"but the real fucker managed to save the Mirim aberration and thanks to that, he clung to the creature that helped him with garrinhas and fangs "a very poorly drawn fire bird appeared in the corner, spitting fire"the creature that also had no neurons, used the real fuck as a consol