Black Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

That's why a lot of people train their children hard in order to be strong. Lastly, the only two reasons that black magic was called a forbidden magic were because it was often used by the cursed people and that it was a lot stronger than the others. People are afraid of the difference that they treat those foreign with contempt. Black magic was the magic that contained every magic and that's why it turned into color black. However, because of that, not many people managed to understand its nature that much since aside from it required a lot of strength, the person’s mana capacity must be large too.

Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

One of the zombie twins (hell if I know which) is negotiating with the bartender like it’s a hostage situation. Then I see her. Descending the stairs like a personal threat. Melaena Blackburn — the one source of trouble I never manage to avoid. My heart stutters, then slams into overdrive, pumping blood at a speed NASA couldn’t measure. Unfortunately, most of it reroutes south and refuses to come back. That would explain the buzzing in my skull. And the sudden drop in IQ. Her short black dress — deadly, illegal in at least three countries — slides higher with each step. White lace trims the hem with tiny red roses stitched along it like a warning label. Sugar-skull perfection. And a coincide

Miren's vision was filled with agony, and she let out a scream as she tore her arm away from Lucas's grasp. The amount of black smoke coming from Lucas' mouth continued to increase. A terrifying power had spread throughout, and it had the effect of throwing Dylan and Drake backward. Strange black letters, which are a type of rune that can appear out of nowhere and at any time, started to appear on Miren's skin. These words began to appear on her body as though someone was cutting them in with a knife. A shade that appeared to be extremely terrifying was produced when sparkling fresh blood was combined with black.

Jonathan Black! he was what you call living walking hell. and that made me run away from home no actually him. i hate to admit it but i was.... scared....of him he is known to be dominant and ruthless. a real life monster! i ran and ran and finally i went to sleep praying...correction begging to be with anyone but him. that is when i made that stupid wish. i remembered the graceful and elegant woman from my dreams. she looked so carefree and happy that i wished to be her and that is the last thought before i was hugged by darkness and then here i am. in her body

Why is it black? “You are a Blackburn,” Sage said, answering her thought as he retracted his wing and Amber looked at him. “Your kind is special for the black blood that runs in your veins and that is why they call you Nightbloods. Bathilda is one too.” Even after what he said, Amber could not bring herself to lick her own blood and she quickly rubbed it off with her other finger. She looked at him again and caught him staring and she felt it to be overwhelming. “Kyra,” he called. His voice was as soft as the wind and her heart nearly stopped.

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