Black Joker Siberian Iris Novels & Stories

Ethan screamed, his calm look finally breaking into pieces as he saw how easily his best enforcer had been dropped to the floor. Before Alpha Briggs could even lift his long silver blade, a blinding flash of bright amber light erupted from my right side. The silver wolf did not just appear; she exploded into the room with a heavy, crushing power that made the air in my lungs turn completely to water. Iris’s changed form was massive, much bigger than any normal wolf in the northern territory. Her thick, silver fur gleamed brightly under the fluorescent lights as she blurred across the smooth stone floor. She did not use the standard pack tactics I had spent my whole life learning in the milit

"What is your proof? If you want us to believe you, give us proof beyond nightmares and sweet words." The face was quiet for a moment. Then, its closed eyes slowly opened. Siron held his breath. The eyes had no iris or pupil. They were just solid white orbs, like marble. But inside them, images moved, scenes of an ancient forest, fire ceremonies, a group of people in simple robes standing in a circle around a stone gate. In their center stood a man with a face like Siron’s, but older, binding his own wrists with a cord made of hair and blood.

Startled by the voice, I jolted forward and looked back only to see this lean-built guy with pale skin and dark red eyes standing behind me with a huge grin on his face. He had his black hair styled in a mohawk and wore a handless black jacket to match, making him look like your stereotypical biker gang member or something. But something was off about him. This guy's a... "Nimue, meet Loki. My vampire associate and contact in the southern district." Jin pointed at the man, his face expressionless as he let out a sigh.

His full face came to view and I feel my eyebrows reach the roof. Although his hair was sleeked backwards, the strength of whatever gel product he had used was wearing off, letting loose a small curl of baby hair on his face, right above his other eyebrow that I didn’t see before, shaped to match the second, making it look like he had a constant glare. His eyes were pitch black, I’ve never seen that shade of black before, in fact I’ve only ever seen really dark brown eyes before. But deep within what seemed like a never ending pit of black iris, held a color, red, deep flaming red, like what humans used to describe hell. It looked like his wolf’s eyes.

asked Iris showing Kiara a box with glitters . " Iris , aren't these the same ? " said Kiara trying to see the difference between the glitters . " No ! They are different . These are grey gliters , these are silver glitters , these are white gold glitters and these are shiny silver glitters . " said Iris . ' These look all the same . They are all grey . ' thought Kiara confused trying to differ the glitter as Iris explained it to her . " Kiara , do you like these crystals ? Dark starry night or dark blue night ? " said Emily showing her two dark blue crystals that looked the same .

Jagged, pitch-black streaks, covered the entire left side of its powerful body, a stark, violent contrast to the luminous blue. The wolf’s head turned, and its eyes locked with Kieran’s. They were a mismatched color. One was a pure, molten silver, familiar and intelligent, though burning with feral rage. The other was a void, a solid, abyssal black from which a single, burning red iris blazed like a hellish ember. It was a face of two warring natures, beauty and darkness. Then it snarled, revealing not one, but four sets of wickedly sharp fangs, dripping with saliva. And it was huge. It loomed in the center of the room, its powerful shoulders broader and its frame even taller than Kieran’s o

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

His companion let out a brief chuckle and replied… “Okay fine, I won’t. I’d better be back to my lair and do something interesting.” Hyde shook his head and let the other guy out of his sight. He might need him later when the mission ends. The young man took a last glance at the mirror and set his gun in the hidden pocket of his suit. Then, he went out of his room and rode the elevator towards the garage. This time, he drove his black Ferrari instead of his Porsche. Everything around him was black, from cars to suits, even his room has the shade of black. He believes the color suits his personality well.

It was the guttural, grinding fury of my wolf, demanding absolute ruin. Iris stared up at me, her gasp cut short by the iron grip of my hand. Her eyes, wide and glassy with sheer terror, darted from my face down to the framed portrait she had dropped onto the mattress. Lola's face smiled back at us from the bed, untouched by the violence filling the room. "I-I..." Iris choked out, her fingers weakly clawing at my wrist. Her grip was pathetic, "I was... just..." "Silence!" I slammed her harder against the bedpost, the wood groaning under her weight.

He crouched down, eyes meeting mine, and that’s when I saw it. His irises weren’t green anymore. Black. Pitch black. And the markings on his skin, charcoal patterns stretching down his neck like roots of rot. I blinked. “No…” I croaked. “It… it was you.” His smile was pure evil. “You know, she had that same expression when she realized. So much confusion. Hurt. Horror.” My stomach dropped. “Rya,” I whispered, heart thudding painfully. He leaned in closer, voice soft like a lullaby.