Black Graphic Novels & Stories

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

he asked pointing out the obvious. "No", Bartimaeus answered shocking Sasha slightly, "Black would be an obvious color, but black usually has some positive implications, such as strength, authority, elegance, formality, authority, rebellion, and sophistication. Black is required for all other colors to have depth and variation of hue. It's actually quite a prestigious color, however people always associate it with evil and darkness", he sighed, "But that's human. I've learned, discrimination based on color, just seems normal", he shrugged accepting.

Bellman says to us. We walk quietly in a straight file behind him, until we get to the administration building. We pass cells on the ground floor and go up to the second floor, Bellman knocks at a door and a guard opens it allowing us into the conference room, in there I see Mr. Spencer at the right hand of a mean looking man who has a scar running across is face from ear to ear which is really ugly if you ask me. There are a bunch of other men in here too but I have never seen them before nor was there any striking thing about their appearance other than they looked well dressed and well fed almost like the room they all sat.

I’m still so on edge that it doesn’t immediately register that he’s coming from the direction of the squad complex; this is clearly friend, not foe. The air around the black wolf shimmers as he shifts, and I then see Gray’s muscular body crouching in his place. I’ve never seen Gray’s wolf before, but I’m struck by how beautiful he is. A beautiful wolf for a beautiful man. Brock’s already pulled his boxers on, but he tosses his gym shorts to a naked Gray. He slides them on so quickly that I can’t even really catch a proper glance at his manhood. Damn. Our eyes meet, only for a moment, then Gray stalks over to Casey and Brock. The three of them take a few steps away from Vienna and me, speakin

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

I don’t know what has happened to them, or why this happened to them but I do know that their extremely far gone; probably beyond saving by now. The two of them have killed more people than I can count. The cops want them more than anyone else in the entire state. They’re wanted fugitives for all of their terrible transgressions. But the only problem is...I'm the only one who knows what they looks like. ______________________________ Warning. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ This book contains violence and some graphic scenes •sexual content •brutal behavior

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ....wherever you see Dilion, there you will find Griggs; and wherever Damian is, there is also Fred. Declan is a solo walker...a man of seclusion. ....and there are many of us...many too identical... • • RED INK EP 30: Where two roads shall meet • •

in the presence of the Source. Silas Blackwood gasped, his face finally "Rendering" back into existence. His stormy sea-grey eyes were bright with a soul-shattering clarity as he looked at his hands, then at Lyra. He was whole, but his skin carried the "Grey Static" of his time in the archive—a permanent, iridescent sheen that marked him as a "Returned Asset."

Luca’s POV Black. Pitch black with the darkness inked splattered on a blank canvas. Moving rapidly across acres and acres of snow like black paint dripping down on the canvas. That’s probably how it goes right? I’m not a painter. It’s kind of more like batman skidding down a road in a super-fast car.