Black Fantasy Novels & Stories

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.

“ It felt so weird. During my time of ..well..slumber if we can call it that, I saw my self in a forest and in front of me was a bat.” “Bat?” Tisha questioned. “Yeah.” Daniel replied. “ It was flying towards me, like it was poised to attack or something. Kind of similar to a dream I had a few months ago when school was still in session. Anyway, before it could reach me, A wolf jumped from behind me and caught the bat in it’s teeth. The wolf was as black as the night and had glowing gold eyes. It snapped it’s jaws shut, killing the bat before dropping it. It then turned to look at me. For a moment I thought it was going to make a move or something. But it just made a growling sound and walked

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

"Why hasn't that one gone?" The judge that had been on the throne remained standing while his fellows had faded when Michael began destroying the guards. The look of terror on his face was most satisfying. "I'm holding him here," Michael replied, "and now I'm going to pass my judgement." He walked up to where the man in the black coat was standing and looked him in his black eyes. "I'm not going to kill you; death would be, as they say, too good for you. I'm going to seal you up in your body. You will never have another dream, lucid or otherwise. You will have no powers and, since I understand dreaming is required for sanity, I expect you'll go slowly mad. You'll end your days a gibbering wr

a very small, very traitorous part feel strangely… intrigued by Asher’s wild, dangerous energy? I pressed both hands to my burning cheeks and groaned softly. These Blackthorne men were going to be the death of me. Every single one of them. I slowly lay back against the pillows and stared at the ceiling. Shadowfen was insane, like completely, violently and beautifully insane.

Mane confessed. “Until today,” Hildegarde said, and Mane nodded in agreement, “Until today.” “Nightmares: a level of power long forgotten because of the rarity of people with this level of power. But that was what the Black Dragon was. And like other Mystic Path Users at the Nightmare level, he had his own title: the Black Warrior. Because Mystic Path Users were fundamentally different from New Types, they didn’t earn titles based on ordinary animal forms because their power was beyond that. They could summon flames and ice and could manipulate the elements based on their affinities. And the Black Warrior was no different. Legend says that he had the ability to manipulate darkness, and his p

And then I saw it. From the darkness, something rose. A tall, black figure dragged itself from the earth, slow and heavy, like something from a nightmare. The air moved with it, hitting my chest like a heavy hand. My heart missed a beat. It kept rising, taller and heavier, like it didn’t belong in our world at all. Its eyes glowed with something unnatural bright and full of hate. Like they weren’t just looking at me… but through me. I turned toward Fabian, my voice shaking. “Who are they?”

There had been something perverted in this one. He turned to check if his companions needed any help, but they had matters well in hand. Bain’s mouth was locked tightly over the female vampire’s face. Dral stood next to him, ready to provide aid if necessary. A moment later, the vampire’s body collapsed to the ground. Rave turned back to his own victim and watched as the vampire’s body began to grow insubstantial and translucent. Stefan stood next to him, staring down at his enemy’s remains. The body began to hiss and crackle as it slowly dissolved into an oblong pile of black ash. The color surprised Rave—usually a vampire left behind ashes that were gray and white, not pure black like this

Bad things happen on her birthdays and they were usually the dreams she had a night before, coming to reality. They were usually slight occurrences that didn't involve death but they were still bad. The worst thing about these nightmares was that it seemed there was nothing that could stop them from happening. They were bound to happen and Juana called it her curse. But her dad and granny thought it was fun or magic. Even if it was evil. "It'll let us know what to do and what not to do" Granny said but the evil still happened anyway no matter how careful they were in trying to prevent it.