Black Haze Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I threw on my leather jacket and a pair of boots. "Who's first?" Natalia stepped forward. "Alright." I took her hand. She nodded and we disappeared. The cold nothingness surrounded me. We popped back into existence. Hell was hot and humid. I could feel the damp air pressing against my skin. We stood before a black spire of dark obsidian. Veins of glowing gold fire laced the surface of the polished black stone. Natalia dropped my hand and led the way. The sharp spike drew tall into the dusky sky. As we drew deeper into the city, the spires grew taller.

He closed his eyes, slowly and immediately the images of him holding his 7 years old sister's dead body which was completely drenched with her blood and her lifeless face started flashing before his eyes and then those doe glossy sapphire eyes which were laced with terror started engulfing his mind. 'I promise I will take your daughter's life in front of your own eyes one day, Ashton Reyes,' Those words of his made him shoot open his bloodshed dark eyes. His reddened gaze trailed down at his sister's smiling image once again. "Celia Reyes will be dead soon, Zoey. I promise," ------------------ This book is a work of fiction. It's a dark romance book, so viewers discretion is advised. English

“No… please, Damien, don’t leave me like this…” But he didn’t care. He had already made up his mind. Suddenly, a dark mist began to fill the room. It was thick and suffocating, and Hazel could feel it tugging at her. She tried to move, but her body felt heavy. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized what was happening. The smoke twisted, coiling around her like a snake. “No…” Hazel cried, her voice filled with fear. “Please, someone… help me!” The mist reached out for her, its cold touch sending shivers through her body. She could feel her soul being pulled, her very being slipping away.

Hazel said, her voice quiet but determined. “Good,” I said. “Keep at it. You’ll get better with time.” *** Hazel’s POV The next day, I went back to the hut to practice with Mara the healer but when I entered, I saw three girls around my age talking to each other. “And who are you?” One of them who had blonde hair and blue eyes stared at me with disgust. She looked like those blonde girls one would see on television modeling for big companies. “I’m Hazel,” I smiled at them.

But sadly, the healer requires the blood of a lady, which means Hazel. The same Hazel that has been serving us in the past. The same Hazel who has always been a nobody? If only this had happened earlier, I'm sure it wouldn’t have taken this long to get her head and blood into my bare hands. I sighed, moving closer to my baby. She lay on her back, hands stretched, legs stretched. Her black eyeballs were up, ahead of the white ones, refusing to close. I let out a sigh, looking at some white particles streaming out of her nose, down to her shrunken mouth, with a few little flies perching around it.

RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV "I can't believe this is happening. This is all my fault Riven. If Lena weren't my friend, none of this would be happening to her." Hazel got out, her voice laced with agitation. She clutched at her hair, then looked at me, tears brimming in her eyes. "Why does this keep happening, Riven? Why do I bring so much suffering to anyone close to me?" I shook my head, hating that she would even think that she brought anything but joy to those around her. She was literally the only color in my bleak, horrid existence; if she hadn't come into my life, I would have lost myself.

creating a sanitized path for the Architects' ultimate judge. Silas Blackwood stood his ground, his gold-veined wolf form simmering with a intensity that pushed back the white light. He felt the "Primary Rejection" rising in his chest—the memory of the girl he had once called a "Thistle." He saw the "Ugly Truth" of her current state: she was a "Vessel of Compliance," a version of the mate that had been "Optimized" to remove the "Narrative Friction" of his own love.

Stiffling my rage, I make use of the soldiers' temporarily distracted state and whip the lid off my smartwatch to place a quick distress call to Ricardo. "Ricardo. Come in." I whisper. He answers almost immediately. Making use of the smartwatch is better than going around with walkie talkies. It's a special, solar powered watch with large signal range – and absolutely no static. "Yes, boss. I hear you loud and clear. What's your situation?" "Black haze. I repeat, Black haze." Black haze is code for things are not working out as planned. Ricardo pauses for a moment. "What the hell happened?"

It was like the only way back had been erased, leaving them in a world where all the trees were black and smoky, where the fog was grey and there was no sun in the sky. “Don't let your bare skin touch the black dust which is literally everywhere. Or else you become it,” Prince Dakar warned as he began to lead the way. “What does he mean by you become it?” Nana hastily asked Verona as they trod behind. “It means you become black dust too. Soot, just like in a fireplace,” Verona replied, ignoring the wild eyes of the girls. “You mean... All these soot on the ground and on the trees are not as a result of a wild fire?” Xiao Wéi asked.

Lucas tried to stop me, but I shrugged my arm out of his grip. I walked further into the cave with him right beside me and as soon as we turned around a bend, I stopped in my tracks to see a group of vampires there. Lucas growled and they hissed back. But I didn’t move. I stood there staring at them. “Stop.” I demanded. And Lucas looked at me weird. I grabbed his phone off of him and I shone the light on the vampires. Who all had muddy brown eyes, not the typical crimson red eyes that all the other vampires have had.