Black Fantasy Novels & Stories

Ronan’s reasonable whisper was prompt ignored when it reached my ears where I was hunched over the frail woman, tracing my fingers over her arms in an effort to calm her. This was all my fault. I did this to her…me. Tiny black threads seeped in from the corners of her eyes, making the elite wolves who stood the closest gasp. Black arts. Did she have confessor powers too? No…no, that couldn't be. Confessor powers were bright white…black had to mean something else…something from The Darkness. “What on earth?” Laziel’s cold hiss came above me and a second later, a wide circle had cleared around us…the other wolves terrified of his rage.

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."

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

“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.

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.

Meanwhile Blaze only grimaced. "I forgot. Okay? It's called the Black Blood Pack. " "Black Blood?" “Yes… our elder had blood that was black in color… when they turned into their wolf. It flows down to the offspring. " "Including you?" I asked curiously. "Yes. Certainly." Blaze replied casually. “Information like this and you forgot to tell me. What if I don't like men with black blood?" I protested again.

A huge black wolf with golden eyes sculpture is placed in front of it. Black is usually associated with death and darkness and this place seems to be filled with it, the power and elegance it screams can’t be neglected. Even most of the interiors is black with a golden touch. Gloomy yet mysterious. But mostly the ambience pulls towards the power side of it rather than the bleakness it radiates but sometimes when heart is heavy, no pull can drag us away from it. The heaviness. The darkness. We get strangled by them just like how Fiona is fighting off the darkness squeezing her senses.

I brace myself for whatever malevolent force lurks in the darkness. As the whispering grows louder, a figure emerges from the shadows, its form twisted and contorted in a grotesque parody of humanity. It moves towards us with an unsettling grace, its eyes gleaming with a feral light that sends a jolt of fear through my heart. “Savage,” it hisses again, its voice a guttural rasp that seems to reverberate around the room. At the same time, I see Blake sleeping beside me like nothing is happening.

Her lips were muted as she beheld the terrible sight before her, she had given up in body and soul, they were all dead, the creature had gotten to them before her and at this point there was no point in running, it was clear that it was teasing and could get to her no matter how far she was from him. "Summer." A female voice called weakly behind her, she breathed shakily gradually turning towards the direction of the voice. "Bailey... ?" She resigned to her fate as she saw Bailey covered in her own blood, then her eyes followed her as her body dropped to the ground but it wasn't over yet. A growling sound in the woods, the footsteps that got closer, she stared dead into the dark and there sh

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .