Novel & Cerita Black Fantasy

Cause now we are dealing with the infamous SCHIZOPREN. Alkhun flinched. "What was that?" Alkhun wasn't able to answer immediately thinking what they should do at the next creature. "It was a dark creature." "A western Monster?" Amari asked, and ALkhun nodded. "A rare one, the B- Rank Monster that creates illusions depends on the immortal's memories. " Alkhun could feel the presence eat the back of those jars. Somehow creepy, out of this world presence, somehow familiar to him. "The ones who are usually found in Dark forest?" Amari asked, almost trembling.

The image inside Nina’s blood is going to hunt me through every single nightmare I have for the rest of my life. The vision shows our entire kingdom screaming. The borders are burning. Betty is lying in a cold stone room, her eyes glued shut, never to wake up again. The ancient curse is alive. It is a living, breathing monster eating the castle grounds. The fire is not red. It is a thick, oily black flame that devours everything it touches. It eats the grass. It eats the trees. It eats the solid stone walls until nothing is left but ash. We cannot stop it. We throw everything we have at the perimeter, but the black fire just grows higher. I watch every single person I love die. They burn. Th

When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur. My mind flits back to how he found my diary that night. What would have happened if he never found out what was written in it? Would we be exactly as we were in the past, lusting for each other from afar? Not every attraction should be acted on. The next time I fantasize about someone I shouldn’t, I will remember this. _____

The real battle, fraught with moral dilemmas and bloodshed, is yet to come. And so, we plunge into the fight, armed with more than just weapons—we're armed with a burning need for justice, fortified by love and an uneasy alliance, our hearts and minds filled with images of a future that could be, should be, and hopefully, will be. The air suddenly breaks open with a thunderous roar, and from the darkness, the BlackFang wolves burst forth like a swarm of malevolent spirits. They are large and menacing, but their eyes betray an undercurrent of desperation, as if they fight not for conviction but for the fear of retribution.

Jotham, Silveran Capital 2030 Questions surfaced in Hazel's mind. Who was the figure in the dark? Why did he have violet eyes? As far as she knew, only black bloods possessed such color of eyes. The black bloods lived in isolation from other kingdoms. They were known as the Galacticans, since the name of their kingdom was Galactica. The black bloods were demonic in nature and they had hair and eyes ranging from red to black. In other cases, some black bloods possessed violet eyes. Black bloods were believed to have nine lives and the ability to shape shift into big or small cats. Other kingdoms despised them but really it was their fear of black bloods that drove them to hate the black blood

Arraya had been kidnapped by the Blackland wolves. "Dude, the Blacklands aren't just wolves," Fenrik replied, slouched on the couch, arms crossed. "They're mafias with silver guns. A silver bullet won’t kill them. They’re descendants of the Lycan King himself. Going there without a plan is suicide."

Dante Blackwood was the key to everything, the living trace of something ancient and fierce that claimed Blackwater as its own. As she walked back, feeling Dante’s golden eyes guarding her back, Helena knew that her curiosity had led her to the edge of reason. The signs were everywhere—in the deep claw marks on the oak, in the torn leather, in the feverish heat of his skin. The supernatural was no longer a town legend; it was the breath she shared with the alpha biker. And the abyss he had spoken of no longer seemed something to be avoided, but the only possible destination for someone who had been marked by the same flame that burned in Dante’s eyes.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

A thick, blackened mark glistened there, oozing golden mist. “Who did this to you?” she asked, her voice trembling. “A woman,” Dante rasped, his breath shallow. “A woman who calls herself… an Alpha.” Before the healer could respond, he lurched forward and vomited a gush of black blood onto the floor. The healer stumbled back, horrified. Black Blood slipped down his nose but he wiped it with his hands. The sight was unlike anything she had ever seen—something dark, ancient, and wrong. “This is… rare,” she murmured, fear creeping into her voice. She turned to Dante’s friend, Luke, who hovered anxiously nearby.