Black Graphic Novels & Stories

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.

His fingers still wore the shades of red and black colours, while tiny drops of white and gold, glinted off the backpack he had scrapped off the floor, just a few minutes after Yvette's text. He tilted his head to the brick wall he stood before, and stared a few seconds at the half finished painting. He had managed the upper half of the skull with tiny rose petals floating over it, but the lower jaw was missing. The top had its complete set of gold lined smirking teeth, which among those was a fang soiled in mostly red and part gold. A second of satisfactory smile smeared on his face and disappeared, as he grabbed tighter the straps of his backpack, and picked his way to the location Yve had

'No matter how evil you are, Elixier my love, I'll always love you' I'm a black canvas. A paper pure white. And yes, I wanted to have color. I wanted somebody to paint me. Elixier did. But instead of coloring me with paint, he painted me with blood. Well I don't regret letting him do that. Red is a powerful color. Red stands out. Red is fierce. But fire is also red. That if it burns you, you'll turn black. Life is meaningless without him. I'd rather burn myself in the color of red in the flames as long as I'm with him, than be safe as a colorless canvas.

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.

He ran deeper into the dark, toward the heavy machinery at the back. He coughed through the dust, a predatory grin splitting his bloody face. "I'll burn this whole goddamn harbor down before I let him have the keys."

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

Two massive statues flanked the entrance, shaped like grotesque monkeys, but not the playful kind. These were twisted, horror-born beasts, with bloated bellies, gnarled claws, and gaping mouths filled with jagged, bloodstained teeth. Their black stone skin seemed to breathe, pulsing with a dark red glow beneath the surface. A viscous liquid, thick and crimson, dripped from their jaws, falling to the ground in slow, deliberate plops that echoed like heartbeats. Blood, or something that mimicked it. I flinched and slammed the window shut.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

he says in a threatening tone, which just amuses me, so I stand up from the chair, take out my gun and place it on the table, smile sideways and slide it towards him. “Here... try it...” I say sarcastically, Griffin looks at the gun and smiles sideways, then leans over and comments amused “I'm not stupid Dark… do you think I don't know why you have your men outside? That possibly at this moment that blonde slut has my head in her sights and this lapdog of yours can at any moment pierce me with his queer knives?... I know how you think and how you move... I would never do something as stupid as attacking the head of Darkness in his own territory alone…” he finishes, he smiled broadly because

Grey cursed, stomping it out before it could catch the carpet. “What kind of tech is that?” Mira gasped, staring at the melted plastic. “Black-market,” Grey muttered. “Hunter grade. Self-destruct failsafe. He was never meant to survive this job.” She turned back to the unconscious body. “Then he’s not just a grunt.” “No,” Grey said. “He’s a warning.” Mira crouched beside the hunter, grabbed his jaw, and forced his head to the side to check the scar again. It wasn’t just burned, it was ritualistic. Carved deep. Symbolic.