Black Graphic Novels & Stories

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

It was painted with black and white paint that's smeared, and mixed with something red and dried. I didn't have to think too much on it because I already knew what that red stuff was. Blood. Dried blood stuck to the messy skull-face painting that hid his features. A ring of black paint hooded around his eyes, making the dark shade of grey even darker. It should look scary, like the psycho serial killer kind of scary. But to me, it only makes him look even more beautiful. Dark yet beautiful. It gave him this mysterious, dark warrior look from a barbarian tribe like in the movies. They’d wear paint on their faces, torso and arms as a symbol of the number of kills or war victories they had.

The point was… The street artist known as Black Crimson seemed to speak straight to my soul with every showpiece he delivered. He only worked in the spray paint medium and kept it strictly to three colors: black, white, and red. The image-half of his two-part murals always showcased some modern-day fairy-tale retelling, and the text-half had a famous quote that was somehow tied into the picture. The quotes he chose could be silly or deep, but they were always meaningful and enlightening, and I somehow felt as if he’d written them directly for me. Every time.

"once you pour even a little vervain on her she'll react. She'll wince and her blood will start to boil then her eyes will turn either pure black or blood red." "So you don't even know what color a vampire's eyes are?" "No, we know. When a vampire's eyes are pitch black it means they don't feed off of humans, they feed off of animals and they're not that strong. When a vampire's eyes are red that means they're a big threat."

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

“I’m tempted to just leave him asleep, but we don’t want him to jerk awake and ruin the ink.” Izzy and Kimi laughed at the image of a permanent mistake on Matty’s chest. Kimi calmed herself first, and landed a hard slap across Matty’s face. “The fuck!” he swore and jerked up. “What’s going on?” “Time to pay up, cousin,” Kimi said. “I made it easy for you, and brought the tattoo artist to you.” Izzy had set her bag down, and was rummaging through it for some tools. She pulled out a tray, and started laying her tools on it. “I brought a few colors, but most people prefer black for scripts,” she explained.

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

Kristopher said it out loud and his grandfather somehow listened as he spoke in a shaky voice, "Oh, Kristopher. Look at that. He's banging her..." Matt Black... he was a total playboy of his time, so he was, now. Wearing no clothes and rubbing his big cock, he was masturbating in the hotel room. "What the hell, grandpa?" Kris made a disgusting face as he strode out of his room just to forget the scene that has happened a second ago. Christian had texted his best friend to meet him by the pool where nobody was present and when he went there... he saw Christian holding a glass of champagne, next to him was a bottle full of expensive drink.

I swallowed hard, and I breathed deeply. Unlike other paintings this painting was unique, it wasn’t just blue and black and white, it was pink, violet, blue, red, white, it had everything. It depicted a universe. It was full of life. And when you look closer to it... I could see a faint image of a face. Like the whole galaxy was just a whole facade, to hide what the painting really beholds. Anamorphosis. “I’m sorry for asking.” I heard Geoffrey. Then I looked back at him.