Black Itadori Novels & Stories

Says General Tenshi fraternal twin brother to Tirchi. Literally yin and yang by their appearance. Tirchi has cropped short jet-black hair and a dusky brown muscular toned body, with a nasty eye scar, no doubt from after many years of training for and engaging in war. General Tenshi has ethereal angelically white long flowing hair with a samurai’s top knot tied. Trying not to stare it is not hard to figure out he is an albino. Undoubtably why his name means angel, in Japanese. He is definitely as close to perfect in every sense of the word. Physically he does not come across as a gym rat or anyone who spent a significant amount of time training for battle. But being a witch or a hybrid doesn’

Black Shadow’s right leg was pulled by the invisible force toward Smile but he just smiled it off as the song continued. I choose you, you and you, Let’s play together, Hisoka went into a frantic state. “What are you doing not pulling him to us?” He was practically shouting at this point. Panic rose within himself. Smile…” Sleepy called him nervously. “I– I can’t. I can’t!” Sleepy’s teeth rattled together as he went down on his knees, begging desperately. The song brought trauma not only to Sleepy but to Hisoka and Smile. Me and you,

His men fought Black’s, and it was a bloody fight as her brain recall the events that took place that night. “We were paid to save you, Italia. That is an order from him.” Black helped her up on her feet. His left hand still holding the gun, while Fredo was loosing too much blood on the floor. Only that, Black ordered one of his men to gave him some first aid as requested too by Gustav. And she isn’t a fool why they need him alive. “But how did you know I was here?” She asked. When she thought that it would be a helpless resort to escape, but Black was here, telling her about Gustav, that Salvador she hated, but somewhere deeper in her heart, there is this hole he fills, but Italia wouldn’t

My mind screamed within the silence of my trapped body. But when he opened the fourth cage, something shifted. My wolf staggered. Her legs trembled beneath her, her breathing grew ragged. And before she could step forward, she collapsed onto the bloodstained floor. Her eyelids fluttered, once… twice… And then everything went black. As her eyes closed, mine did too. When I opened my eyes, everything was a blur, light too bright, air too heavy. A cool cloth dabbed gently at my forehead. I turned my head slightly, and saw him, I smiled weakly.

He studied until 4 in the morning. I might as well do some research on that strange ghost I've been seeing in my dream. He continued his research until 7am, i might as well go take a shower. Time to get dress. Now what will I wear today? Oh yeah I know. Today am wearing a light blue shirt with Itachi print on it with black jeans and white convene on. Damn I look hot right now. Time to head out the door no time to eat at all. I reached school at

Finn Andago, the aforementioned necromancer, had black hair tied in a ponytail, black eyes, an arrogant expression on his face, a crooked nose, and a jutting chin. He still exuded power and authority. Tidann Andago, his son; the legends that nobody believed in said that he was an especially strong life mage who had saved lots of people, almost bringing them back from the afterlife. Their faces… All black-haired, dark-eyed, pale-skinned, and at the end of the row was her mother, Ritanna Andago. Black hair, fiery black eyes, a scarlet smirk on her lips, a haughty face, jade choker on her neck—she had known her worth. Yet love is blind.

Great, bat-like wings sprouted through holes in the back of his brocade waistcoat. A chill came over me, as did the urge to flee. But when he turned to face me, the thought of running disappeared from my mind . . . for my benefactor was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. His skin was white as snow, and his long black hair seemed to slither and flow from a wind that was not there. There was a perfect balance to his face—his jaw, cheekbones, and brow working together to create smooth, sculpted harmony. His ice blue eyes glinted with a terrible hunger . . . the intensity of which could have burned the clothes off my skin. “Miss Blackwood,” he said. “My name is Salem Sotirios. I’m so very sor

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

“Do you have any idea what you are talking about? Nova licked my forehead at our first meeting, it’s my duty to protect her.” Well, congratulations to me that my wolf had already pledged his loyalty to Helena, and her wolf had promised to devote her life in return. Their vows intensified my rage, I was about to explode when Helena’s desperate voice connected me through her link. “Please come inside, Zayden. You can hate me later.” Humph! The rival team of Helena and Blitzer forced me to surrender, I found myself in the throne room full of official lycans in no time. However, an anime character with long black hair and white robe was the highlight of this gathering, he was someone I had defin

Suddenly, Nyx stirred hard in my chest, letting out a low sound I had never heard from her before. I was almost terrified. Instead, my body leaned toward him, starving for the touch of so many months of nothing but the growl, his strict face and silence. His deep blue eyes—nothing like the shining eyes of the Silver Sword Pack, fixed on mine. They reminded me of the old glaciers, clear and dangerous. “Who… who are you?” My voice came out rough and cracked. He smiled, slow and sure, as if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life. One large hand was tracing the curve of my hip with full calm.