Black Flash Novels & Stories

Licking ny face, whining. A terribly pricking comes over my entire body. Flashes of heat strike me like lightning. My vision narrows to a tunnel, yet seems to sharpen. Sound grow louder, smells stronger. My vision flashes to black at the same time my cells seem to split apart. I am nothingness and everything at once. Holy afterlife, Batman. I just died.

The other two nodded and hurried to the side stairs. The figures ascended the stairs in silence. Suddenly, another dark figure darted past them, followed by a blinding flash of light. The figure ascending the stairs shielded their eyes from the intense light. Exposure to such brightness in the darkness could render them temporarily blinded, seeing nothing but a swath of green for a few minutes. The waiting person seized the opportunity and swiftly wielded a weapon, delivering a powerful blow to the back of the black figure's head. The black figure on the building couldn't even dodge in time—they fell to the ground and were dead.

There was a look of disbelief in Mobius' eyes as he recovered from his surprise, while a black flash shot past his face. "Eh?" The black flash stopped Frank's outstretched finger, but it dispersed soon after. However, it allowed Mobius to thrust his rapier forward with a battle cry, launching over a dozen strikes at Frank's position. "I got him… wait?!" Mobius was watching as he stabbed into Frank, only for Frank's figure to blur and eventually disappear as Mobius watched. "An afterimage?!" Even as Mobius realized that, he felt a rush of wind behind him!

In that overwhelming moment that was almost severing her life, she only saw all her memories flashing through her head—a flurry of fleeting images. And then, a light. But not a mystical light, rather the intense beam of car headlights that flashed across her face so powerfully it blinded her for a few seconds. She was alone, thrown from nowhere to nowhere on that desolate road, the cold asphalt chilling her bones, blood pooling around her. She was sure she would die, that there would be no other— And then, everything went black.

“Y-yes…I want you…your cock—“ A bright flash of light illuminates us. At first I think it’s lightning. Then I hear it. The low click of a shutter camera. I freeze.

Through the darkness, Wilder's voice drifts toward us. “Contrary to what you think, Blackwood, I'm not completely unreasonable. I'm an Alpha too, you know. But if you want a piece of my time, you'll have to entertain me first.” “Ah, so you want us to play your little game?” I drawl. Neon lights suddenly flicker across the room in pulses of crimson, violet, and electric blue. The crowd roars louder as shadows move through the flashing lights. “How else are you going to get my attention?”

Celeste’s reaction was measured but unmistakable. She sat behind her broad desk in the early morning light, the heavy curtains only half drawn, allowing a pale wash of winter sun to seep into the room. The flash drive Evelyn had delivered was connected to her private terminal, its small metallic shape out of place against the polished surface. On the screen before her, lines of data scrolled by in silent testimony, each figure and account number layering into something far greater than simple financial movements.

"Latest model, untraceable." I examined the device, noting its quality and likely expense. "Why white?" Florian's expression turned defensive. "You don't like it? I can get another color." "No, white is perfect," I clarified quickly. "It's easier to hide from my family. They'd notice a black phone immediately, but white blends with my room decor." Understanding dawned in his eyes. He took the phone back, efficiently setting it up while I observed him. Florian Nightshade was a study in contradictions. Volatile yet controlled. Capable of incredible strength but gentle when touching my injuries. He'd been ready to fight Brandon at the restaurant, yet showed remarkable restraint minutes later.

The magic surged forward, illuminating the darkness and pushing it back with blinding intensity. As the shockwave rippled through the battlefield, I watched in awe as Baddy's expression shifted from confidence to sheer horror. "No! This cannot be!" he screamed, his voice swallowed by the brilliance of our unity. The Black Faes began to scatter, retreating into the shadows, and I felt a surge of exhilaration wash over me.

Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky. Several armed police helicopters thundered overhead. Their blinding white searchlights enveloped the highway, lighting up the darkness like it was broad daylight.