Black Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

" It will be a suicide mission for the rest of you. He has a witch by his side." " We also have a witch by our side." He argued and I rubbed my face. " I don't trust that old hag one bit. You should know by now." " This concerns your mate. You should put your trust issues aside and do everything for her." " It concerns her and that is more reason I shouldn't work with people I don't trust besides the witch beside him is no ordinary witch. She is a black witch who uses blood magic even though the old hag isn't ready to take her down yet." He opened his mouth and closed it. Black witches were those that had decided to go against the witches rule of conduct and the law that balances the use of

The black ink of the brand, saturated with Zilo’s ancient vampire essence, didn't just resist the Fae energy; it snarled. The two forces—one born of the sunless depths of the vampire covens, the other of the wild, unbridled starlight of the Fae—clashed within her sternum. It felt like her ribs were being turned into white-hot iron. The black ink began to boil, swirling into a miniature hurricane of dark ichor that fought to contain the sapphire brilliance of the stone. "Let go, Sofia! You’re going to blow us all to hell!" Zack groaned from the floor, his body still twitching from the previous psychic shock.

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

She had faked the final collapse, letting her body go limp to survive the storm, waiting for the predator to think he’d won. In the absolute silence, her fingers curled inward, inch by inch. Her palm closed around a bloodstained glass shard from a broken goblet. She gripped it until it cut her own skin. The fear was gone. In its place, a cold, white fire began to burn. Dominic Moretti stood at the floor-to-ceiling glass, a silent silhouette against the chaos. To the southeast, three columns of smoke choked the stars—his empire turned into a funeral pyre. The bulletproof glass swallowed the sirens, leaving the study in a silence so thick it felt like physical pressure. The only sound was the

8 million people are at stake. Vengeance god Black Heart shall address the lifeforms of this world. “I traverse the pathway of darkness and imagination; Entering the realm born by human imaginations... Challenging Harry Potter's magic, Commanding the great pirates of the Caribbean, Terminating the Terminator's strength, Tearing apart the Matrix hallucinations. The virus is my slave, Endurance is my inheritance, Growing and hunting in the boundless universe, Breaking through boundaries in a mysterious space, Eradicating evil, conspiracy and betrayal,

Black as midnight. A phantom.

As Freya roamed the dark woods, draped in her black cloak, she was interrupted by a group of vile and menacing bandits. Their tattered and filthy appearance matched their wicked intentions as they advanced towards her with a knife, their intentions clear. However, Freya’s response was anything but fear or submission. A mischievous smile played upon her lips as her eyes transformed into an eerie shade of white, devoid of pupils. The air around her seemed to grow heavy and oppressive, a tangible sense of malevolence emanating from her very being.

“Fine. But if you’re coming down with something, I swear I’ll drown you in herbal tea.” Fenrak smirked faintly. “That sounds like torture.” “That’s the point.” She grinned, trying to lighten the mood, and turned away to grab her bag. Fenrak leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee slowly. The taste was bitter, grounding. But his mind wasn’t in the room. He could still see them—the men in black coats, the gleam of the gun, the way they vanished like ghosts into the dark. They weren’t human. He could feel it now.

It was blood! “What’s happening to me!” I scream. More blood begins pouring from my eyes. Then my nose bleeds. I run the tap and splash my face with water again but more blood appears. I have made it worse. “I’m bleeding from my eyes! This isn’t normal!” I cry. Then I collapse to the floor and black out. BANG, BANG! “Killian, can you open the door!” a voice shouts from outside the door. I wake up to the voice shouting from outside the door. I climb to my feet and look in the mirror. I look like a horror show.