Black Fantasy Novels & Stories

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

I told him about Vance being a Succubus, and Rachel’s story of what had happened between the two of them. “Well,” Nick sighed. I could picture him running his hand through hair, not even knowing where to start. “Oh-” I needed to add something I hadn’t even done a thing about yet. “One of Rachel’s friends at Pacific… She's a black magic witch. I saw her in a vision with that Callum guy I was telling you about.” “Well I feel like I’m two minutes away from Jake killing someone else with his bare hands…” he said, making me wince. Jake had done that with his hands?

“However, the Fangs didn't manage to become stealth like the Reds had. In just one night, the spirits had appeared in the form of black angels. They were angry and refused to help the Fangs and, instead, allowed the essence of the realm of death to enter the souls of the Fangs people. “That essence darkened the poor men's blood, eroded their fangs and snatched away their speed on par with the Bats. They wake up in a state like ordinary people; black blood and does not have the privileges of the Red groups. Feeling ashamed and guilty, the Fang declared to the Order of Security that they could not help. The Reds comfort and mourn for them.

This is just how people are trying to end my life, bit–by–bit. The sky changed its colour from blue to black. The thunder struck from the distance and lightening flashed lit up the horizon. This is how they want my life to turn to, causing me darkness, pains, sorrow. They want my life to make the loudest voice to people. They want my story to be heard, my life to be ruined. I wouldn't allow that, not anymore!

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

I closed my eyes and, for the first time since the Queen’s voice had cut into my head, pictured Gregor cutting a path through the dark, black fur flashing like a blade, and knew, absurdly and fiercely, that nothing short of the world ending would keep me from him. ***** Near dawn. You’d think dawn meant peace, meant new beginnings, meant birds chirping and maybe the faint smell of coffee if the Moon Goddess was merciful. Nope. Not in my life. In my life, dawn meant absolute hell raining down on us with teeth, claws, and enough blood to make a butcher faint. The Black Fang hit us like thunder. One minute, we were half-asleep, damp from the stupid drizzle, trying to warm stale bread over a dyi

“Dad would never let them take that b*tch, so why didn’t he say anything today?” Mother crossed her legs, removing her sandals, with a wicked smile on her face. “There’s something called blackmail, Kendra.” I stopped. “Blackmail?” She pushed herself farther into my bed and rested on it, facing me as she licked a d*ck toy she got from her handbag. Mother always did that when she wasn’t able to f*ck someone and it had become a habit. “I caught your father freeing a wolfant.” “So what?” Wolfants are special wolves but they are said to be forbidden and perilous. Their genes were mutated, turning them into something else, good or bad but most times bad. Those that didn’t turn bad and didn’t die e

Or maybe it was the doing of the hidden being in the shadows. In his groggy state, Nathaniel saw the flash of the pointed canines and the watery gleeful sparkle of evil eyes. He could feel its hunger, projected from the black mind. He could almost see its jaws dripping, yearning to lap up the gore like a starving feline. 'You...won't let me die...' Nathaniel thought, his eyes closing but he found no peace. 'You...are taunting...' A soft laugh met him as darkness fell, plunging him into dreams that Dali couldn't have painted better.