Black Got Novels & Stories

"I didn't even know, Debbie. I swear. Me and Rain. We didn't know he was going to erase her like that. We had other wild plans. But she’s gone. You should be happy. The bitch is out of your life." "I can't just be happy!" I shouted. "Black is losing his mind! He was screaming last night. He thinks I did something. If he finds out you guys are involved—" Bang! The heavy office doors flew open. They banged against the walls, making me pause mid sentence. Black stormed in. He didn't knock. He was a ball of raw rage. His hair was wild. His suit was wrinkled. He looked like he hadn't slept at all. He stopped when he saw me there. His eyes turned a dark, muddy orange.

“Brooks Designs is no stranger to underpaid labor. This is a capitalist society, after all. We have to do whatever we can to get ahead.” Black’s smile widened as he nodded to someone behind us, and the sound of footsteps filled the room. I turned, my stomach tightening. Six guards, all of them armed with those batons. Batons which were now crackling with electricity. Cattle prods. “Take them,” Black ordered calmly, stepping back from his desk. His attention turned to Betty, his eyes gleaming. “This one, though… I think I’ll keep her. A little insurance policy.” The guard holding Betty’s throat pressed the knife just a little closer, and I could see the faintest trickle of blood begin to bead

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

"I am telling you this kids to make you understand, we are in a danger like non other, and we need to be ready, and for you Lukrezia, you will be under guard from now one, you are their main target, and by Hecate and Selene I am not watching another daughter die infront of me again." Everyone stood quiet and said nothing, I could sense their shock, anger, even fear, but I will kill every single one of them, before something happens to my children. " is that why you are called the black heretic, because you killed those people?" Lukrezia asked. My famous nickname, the name that got every witch to think twice before crossing pathes with me, the black heretic. Witches are servants to nature and

It’s so juvenile. “I can honestly say I’ve heard nothing about Blacktop,” I say unemotionally. Blacktop is, of course, another assassin, known for killing his victims by running them down. He either makes it look like a simple hit-and-run or sets up a patsy to take the fall. Not the most creative way to kill someone, but it does get the job done. “Well, he won’t be competing this year because he went and got himself killed,” she says in amusement.

Katie giggled at the phrase, as she did almost every time. Glee saw them out, clicking on the light so they wouldn’t trip in the darkness. The air had turned damp, and the encroaching shadows chilly after the warmth of day. A gigantic black moth flitted around the burning porch light. “See you dark and early!” Glee called after them with a pleasant wave. They both waved back. Glee Deadmond glanced perplexed for a moment at the peculiar black moth before closing her front door and shutting the light off several seconds later.

She held my gaze for a long moment, the way she always did when she knew I was lying but had decided to let it pass—for now. "Eat something before you—" "I’ll grab something on the way." I pulled the door open. "I love you." "I love you too. Don’t let them eat you alive." I laughed despite myself. "I’ll try." --- The walk to Blackthorn took eleven minutes on a normal morning. Today I did it in eight. My brain needed something to focus on besides replaying last night like a horror film I hadn’t consented to watching. Cole Ashford. Blood on the ice.

I can see them begging for me, kissing my shoe, and treating me as their master. - - - Third Person's POV Rhea is smiling secretly while she is doing her disguise. She puts black contact lens and a black wig. She also hide her freckles on her face. She made her eyes smaller. She looks at herself in the mirror. "Wow. You really look an Asian and not an American anymore" Dwyane said. "But you are still beautiful." "Thank you. You are also," Rhea said. Dwyane also changes himself. He does some make-ups to make himself look as an Asian. His blonde hair became black. He made his tummy bigger than usual so that he will look very differently from his true appearance.

I can't still believe I have formed a blood pact with a demon. Suddenly, my heart pumped wildly then I just saw in my mind my red-colored grace of the Cancer and his black curse joining as one. After these two orbs united, creating a black-crimson orb, a new sign was inscribed inside it. It was a sign that symbolizes a fox and a crab. “Now, let's get going. This is the birth of the Black Zodiac,” Mammon said then the Infinite Prison broke apart into pieces.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.