Black Fantasy Novels & Stories

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.... . .

He would never recover from it. A loud roar sent a new wave of fear through the Omega. The scent of smoke was strong and was suddenly the only thing he could smell. Kyle's eyes widened, and he screamed when a wolf, way taller than it should be, reached its head toward them with its mouth wide open. Kyle watched in horror as the rogue on top of him had his head ripped off and eaten by the black monster dripping with blood. Black shadows surrounded them, and the most horrifying screams came from them. Heat, unlike anything the Omega had ever felt, radiated from the shadows, which somehow had a deep red glow from within.

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

She could still hear the cry and agony of her parents being burned alive by humans. She was a young girl that time and they happily live in the village of Analem. Analem was a peaceful village and the villagers were kind towards one another. But their family has a secret. Leni's mother Fani, was a Badblood, a shape-shifter and Fani hid it to other people except to her family. Leni never feared her mother for she knows her mother is not evil and will never do bad things to others. His father, Ayeil, was a human and she loved Fani with all his heart.

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

Beneath her conscious mind, the woman was drowning in dense, piercing darkness. She stood in the middle of a forest she recognized well, but everything felt unfamiliar. Fog shrouded the ground, and the cold air gripped her bones. Her steps were heavy, and when she tried to run, her body did not move. Lyara felt as though she wasn’t the owner of her body—she was merely a statue standing upright to observe her surroundings. Before her, her father stood. General glared sharply at ten figures cloaked in darkness. Their eyes… completely black! They were using black magic. They were black wizards!

Phantoms. They linger, half-formed echoes of wolves and witches long since burned. This was a battleground once, not just of blood, but betrayal. Packs turned on packs. Secrets were sold here. And in the heart of it, somewhere among the withered roots, lies Ashbane. The Black Hills are nothing like their name. They are red at sunrise, golden at noon, and so dark by twilight they swallow even memory. The further I go, the thicker the air gets, not with fog or smoke, but with the weight of something ancient. Cursed land remembers what was done to it. And I have walked far enough into this forest to know, it remembers me too.

Its color was wrong, tinged with crimson, crackling with a vicious intent that made my wolf snarl. “Blood-fire,” Zylar hissed. “This is forbidden magic.” My heart pounded violently as I scanned the chaos. The flames still snarled viciously, but my eyes caught movement beyond the firelight. The shadow again! This time, the flickering blaze revealed more. A tall figure wrapped in a black cloak, the hem fluttering unnaturally fast as it slipped between houses at the edge of the courtyard. A sudden surge of panic overwhelmed me as without thinking, I chased after it.