Black Itadori Novels & Stories

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

“He was sacrificed.” Taylor nodded slowly. “And whatever came back... it’s not done. Whatever is black is bringing out to others.” The wind shifted. A low mist crept across the ground again. The mist formed around us in a way that I did not like. I let out a warning growl, but Tayler seemed frightened.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

The man looked past him at me. “Orochi remembers your scent.” My stomach turned. Raiken struck him. The attacker’s head snapped sideways. “Where is he?” “Closer than you think.” His body convulsed. Black veins spread across his throat. Hayate moved toward him. “Back away.” Too late. The man collapsed into dark ash. The water fell to the floor. Silence filled the building. Kiyomi pressed one hand to her neck. “I would like to go back to normal now.”

He tackled the man, taking him down to the muddy ground, before he could gather his wits enough to use the sword in his hand. Brand knew the giant behind him would not be out of commission long either. He heard scuffling and grunting behind him and Astrid calling out the words 'Mitte mihi tenebras' (Bring me the darkness) before a hard blow hit the back of his head, and he heard nothing more.

She glances over at me and nods before making her way to the back room. Packing up my laptop and patiently waiting for the waitress, I survey the room and stop on a little girl in the corner by her mom. Ironically, she has blood red hair the color of the soul eater's and on closer inspection I notice that she has black soulless eyes too. Are there more than one or is she merely changing form? I find myself wondering this and then the waitress strolls out of the back with a bag containing the items I asked for.

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

Dark King". This girl is really interesting along with this orange-guy." They suddenly stand up from their seat when the screen showing Mizu team blackened, "Wait, why is the camera from their team suddenly turned off?" the man monitoring them perplexity shouted. In the room where Mizu was, where all of them were already asleep, a young lad in a silky white hair and black stylish mask covered his handsome face, wearing a thick dark cloak with a logo of a terrifying dragon, a crest of the East House was walking in a very light and untraceable step, and stops, looking tenderly at Mizu in the cage.

He has his hands in his pockets and is dressed in an immaculate suit which no doubt costs a pretty penny. “Itsuki, a pleasure to finally meet you,” I say with an outstretched hand. He walks over to me and shakes it, all while looking me dead in the eye. But then something odd happens - his eyes turn completely black for a split second before they switch back to their dark brown. In that split second, an image gets burned into my mind: a short, shriveled-up old man with an elongated head wearing a silken robe - behind him stood terrifying creatures.