Black Haze Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sun sank lower in the sky, the light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night, crickets chirping, dusky, colours subdued in the fading light, the first buzz of mosquitoes, street lights click on, day winding down, the first star in the night sky, short June darkness, the air became cooler, evening landscape, twilight had fallen, the sharp shadow of the lamppost had faded into the dark of the sidewalk, fading light, only the faintest of light shone through the leaves, soon it grew dark, darkening sky, a close silence in the dim evening light. The first thing she thought about was... "Hope..." she murmured and Ryan somehow heard it as he took a sip of his coffee saying, "W

I collapse beside her, chest heaving. She rolls toward me, kisses me slow, lazy, tasting both of us. I’m still catching my breath when she grabs my face, forces me to look at her. Her eyes aren’t brown anymore. They’re pure black. A smile spreads across her face that doesn’t belong to Lyra. Black smoke pours from her mouth, her eyes, her skin. It slams into my chest like a frozen blade. I try to pull away. Can’t. The smoke floods me. Burns cold.

'' He whispered. ''No, don't stop...'' I whispered back drowsy with sleep. I have gotten used to cold and dark that I almost love it now. ''Goodnight Sky'' Shit! What was I doing? This wasn't going to end well at all.

I would go out fighting. A heavy haze settled over my mind, clouding my thoughts and drawing me deeper into a state of disorientation. It felt as though invisible hands were pulling me down into a dark abyss, where the borders of reality blurred and time seemed to lose its grasp on me. Just as the world around me faded into darkness, the doors suddenly smashed open.

An evil smile danced on my face. "Hey look, Haze just walked in" Bianca nudged my elbow "I'm leaving" I stood up to leave but Haze spotted me and walked up to me. Haze was 2 years older than me, he was good-looking and quite charming, some of the girls here either wanted him or Warren or Kayden. Haze's signature look was his hairstyle, the base of it was black while the upper part was dyed Electric blue, he also had a slit on his left eyebrows.

I took one last look in the mirror, ensuring I looked presentable. Then I sprinted out the door, my heart racing. I could see the bus in the distance, its taillights fading as it pulled away from the stop. I ran as fast as I could, my backpack bouncing behind me. But no matter how hard I ran, I couldn't catch up. I was doomed!! I stood there, feeling defeated, as the bus drove away without me. But then, a familiar scent hit me like a ray of sun. The smell of honey and moonlight sailed in the air, and my heart skipped a beat. It was him, Aamon Blackwood!

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

The look on my face made him laugh, “What's so funny?” I asked. Confusion crept up on Rissa's face, “Ami, do you know him?” She asked. Before I got the chance to deny any connection with him, he interrupted me. “Yes, she knows me all too well because she's been having sex dreams with me.” “Ami, you never told me, why?” “Uhh,” I stuttered. “Alright, thanks for exposing everyone, but how do we stop the black mist that you sent?” Nico asked.

Athena Blackstone's pov The following morning I was in a daze. Nothing seemed real as I watched my friend Hazel’s wrapped body get consumed by the flames of the pyre. I didn't sob like yesterday but tears rolled down my cheek. My thoughts were completely void of Aspen and the white wolf I had seen, and my body wasn't giving me a warning, so I just focused on what was happening before me. “She had finally gotten her happiness and it was taken from her,” I think to Bria.

Ibekwe crept towards the tree and tried to look inside the pot to discover its contents, but it was too high —too high for him to see. After much useless stretching of his limbs to catch a glimpse at the black pot, he decided to climb the tree to clear his curiosity once and for all. As he climbed the tree slowly, placing one foot over another and moving upwards at every push, he finally got to where the black pot hung. He opened the lid and looked inside the pot. Strange images that he had never seen filled his eyes. Images depicting different humans that he had never met. He stretched his hands wider and gazed at the pot inquisitively, then he stopped. Allowing the vision he had just seen