Black Haze Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.

The day in Blackwater dawned with a grayish tone, as if the sky itself were heavy with bad omens. Helena Moore tried to focus on her household chores, seeking a sense of normality that the prophecy and the heat of Dante had rendered obsolete. However, the sound of a luxurious engine, unfamiliar to the town, reverberating through the gravel of the river road, made her blood freeze instantly.

It was as if her feet were in an invisible lake of quicksand, sinking fast. When she tried to look around, all she saw was the forest or herself in it. She realized that she could no longer see herself clearly. It was as if someone was painting her picture onto the back of her eyelids, making her blindfolded. Or maybe it's not her eyes that are blindfolded. Maybe everything around her is just painted by itself. She wondered what color her eyes would be when she woke up after this nightmare. Her hazel-blue eyes are black. Maybe black means 'dark' or 'darkness'. She couldn't remember the word.

Mandy poked her forehead with a hint of mockery in her eyes. Hazel lowered her eyes, on which two shadows of gloom could be seen. Her thick eyelashes went down on her white eyelids. She had been separated from Hanson not because she didn't cherish fate, but because of the prank of fate. The two people went away from each other, and they could never go back.

I committed many atrocities all in the name of my so-called love fantasies for Tristan. Bad companies and Bad influence had messed with my head all through my life and had made me even more crazy, just the way I preferred it, but I had always been pretending to be the sweet angel in everyone else's eyes until now. I was soaked in the devil’s blood and could do anything to have what I wanted. Now I wanted Tristan and for good this time. Hazel was certainly not going to be a stumbling block in my way.

Hazel frowned, a confused expression on her face. "How is that possible? I mean, they are far away in..." her voice trailed off and she looked around to make sure no one was listening in on them. She leaned closer to Yuka and completed her statement. "....Galactica. I know you're just trying to help, but I don't want you to get into trouble again" Yuka shrugged. "I guess you don't really understand how different black bloods are" Hazel's frown deepened. "What do you mean?"

" Hazel's face paled, and her fists clenched at her sides. I lowered my head to continue sorting my things when Hazel's pale fingers suddenly gripped my wrist. The artificial verbena perfume made my glands jolt. Lyra growled a warning deep in my spine, and I instinctively shook off her hand—my strength as the daughter of the Shadowfang Alpha made the rogue stagger and collide with the medical cabinet. "Bang!" The cabinet door dented as Hazel fell among the scattered medicine bottles. The temporary mark on her neck, oozing blood, released the putrid scent of a half-breed fetus. My neck's faint crescent mark flared with heat, and the fragile mate bond with Esmond trembled violently.

Through the haze, I thought I saw a figure, tall, with a dark hoodie that looked somehow familiar. Then everything went black.

Her face had lost it's usual glow and her lips were chapped and pale. Reaching her, he picked her up bridal style, his midnight black hair dripping wet and his eyes glowing bright gold. *Hazel's POV* I groaned as I tried to block the light hitting my face, I could see red under my closed eyes. Frustrated, I slowly opened my eyes. it was so bright I thought I would go blind, my eyes needed time to adjust.

Meeting Alexa and Arthur Black’s gaze. Who can blame me? I just got married yesterday morning. It’s only reasonable that I spend my time pleasuring my wife. Giving her body what she needs. If not for this job, we should be sunbathing in the Caribbean. Just the thought of rubbing sunscreen against Lianna’s skin, kissing that spot on the crook of her neck that always made her squirm, sends my body to burn with lust. “Congratulations, pussy,” Alexa mumble. One month ago, we learned about Haze’s scheme and Arthur Black devised a plan that would fool the entire underworld.