Black Haze Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Gray shouted, ignoring the echoed of his voice. Lily shook her head, probably she was amused by him, “You want to see? Here, I’ll show you!” With her arms spread out, suddenly a thick haze surrounded them both. Instinctively, the boys moved closer to each other, standing back-to-back. When the haze gone, the sight that welcomed them was terrifying, even Gray couldn’t stand straight after it.

Hazel was standing between them, and she was the one screaming at the black wolf to stand down; tears were streaming from her eyes. Jazzy looked messy; her long black hair was no longer in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, it was let down and loosely around her shoulders. She had dirt all over her face and her clothes were torn. She had scratches on her pale legs and arms and her eyes were dark with fury. She no longer had darkness swirling around her and I noticed the sky was back to normal and no longer swirling with darkness. What happened to the dark curse? Had it been broken?

[Image: A woman with glowing white hair and void-black eyes looking through a mirror at a girl clutching her heart] ### The Dying of the Light Around us, the world I had just "freed" began to turn into a nightmare of technical errors. The grey grass, which had been soft and real, started to display "WATERMARK" symbols in a faint, translucent white. The sapphire wildflowers flickered like failing neon signs. Even the survivors in the distance—the shifters and the humans who had just begun to embrace—were freezing in place, their bodies becoming semi-transparent as if they were being "Un-Licensed."

I paused, my fingers lingering on the door handle. “What did I say?” he said, like he was talking to a child. “Stay away from the borders,” I replied softly. Hades’ fingers held my chin, lifting my face upward to meet his gaze. “Good girl,” he muttered, placing a chaste kiss on my lips. My thighs clenched at the way he said it, and I rushed out of our room, with my face crimson red. Hazel wasn’t hard to find, she looked radiant in her black attire, the rich dark material contrasted sharply against the bright sky.

She had seen through me from the moment I knocked on her door. “Yes,” I whispered. “He’s mine, and knowing I can't fully have him with how much the mate bond is gnawing at me makes me want to blow everything up.” Hilda nodded slowly, as if she had expected nothing less. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, the cottage seemed to grow darker. The fire dimmed, and I felt something shift in the air. When Hilda opened her eyes again, they were no longer pale blue. They were black. Entirely, utterly black, like voids cut into her eyes, and I could not look away.

The collision of the golden haze and our violet storm was not a sound; it was a sensory erasure. For a moment, the world ceased to be a place of stone and snow, becoming instead a pressurized vacuum where the absolute light of the Council’s ritual fought to bleach the very existence of our shadows. The amethyst barrier I had woven groaned under the weight of the "Sun-Eaters," a golden tide that didn't just push—it dissolved.

Daxon closed his eyes in anticipation. "Black eyes the colour of charcoal?" Hazel asked him making him nod his head timidly. "They reminds of the dark sky in the night and the shine in your eyes are just like the twinkling stars." Hazel said smiling at him but he was keenly listening to her. "They reminds me of darkness where I like to see myself." she said and caressed his cheek with her thumb. "Depth and desire." she said and paused. "Sweet intoxication." she continued. "But aren't black eyes so uncommon?" Daxon interrupted her.

His voice changed closing his eyes, I started to weep and tried to push his strong arms. He opened his eyes as black shadows are coming out of them. " No! " I said, his arms turning black. " Why do you want to leave me again Hazel? " ............................. To be continued

Damon calmed down when he could breath normally but his face was still on fire. Natalie frowned while sniffing him cigarette. She opened the half burnt cigarette and gasped. "Oh my god, Damon! This is black pepper... Why does your cigarette have black pepper powder in it..." Damon's eyes snapped towards Mira when he realised that she has done this. Mira smirked while rubbing his back gently. "Don't be surprised, husband..." She whispered mockingly. "You saw this coming!... You started something and fortunately didn't finish, I started something and didn't finish. Now we are equal!"

"Why?" Xander's eyes fell on mine. His face was still devoid of emotion, but his eyes returned to a normal hazel color. One thing I learned today is to run as fast as you can when their eyes go black, and their beasts walk free. I quickly turned away, disgusted, and buried my face in dad's chest.