Black Kakashi Novels & Stories

"He's so serious." Lucas chuckled. "You're not wrong." Pete overheard the conversation and immediately joined in. "That's because he's always with Park." He nodded solemnly. "The boy inherited Park's dark, complicated, and terrifying personality." Park slowly turned his head. "I heard that." Pete remained completely unfazed. "Good." Park narrowed his eyes. Pete smirked. Across the table, Ethan and Belle exchanged amused glances while watching Neo continue monitoring Amber's meal like a tiny nutritionist.

New rich. I follow my lovely partner who sits in a small table in the corner. “On your right.” I hear him mumble with a low voice. I turn and search between five men sitting together until I spot a familiar face. Akiyama Tatsuki. The waiter approaches our table and asks, “Would you like to order drinks?” The Black Tiger points to a drink on the menu card and the waiter stares at me shyly, “Hum, just coke for me. If you have it of course.” I chuckle awkwardly.

Anyone can see that I am upset, but no one asks. In the kitchen, I see a familiar face. It is Black Bear, the young man that had defeated Grey Hawk at the shagali. He is alone, sipping from a glass of red wine at the counter. I stare at him for a moment, frozen in my place. Either he does not notice my presence or he just does not wish to acknowledge it.

Later on, I might end up dying in vain again. I need to kill Hiro and forget what that fake Polo said to me. I know who I cursed, and it's Polo's descendant. I knew that Hiro was the rebirth of Polo. And I will make sure to kill him. My eye color changes into black, including the white area. Finn pulled my hand. "Shh," he whispered. I turned on my senses. What is happening? Am I missing something? "Kagome, hear me out." That voice... I don't understand if I'm hearing a voice of a man or a girl.

His vision blurred, and he reached out to steady himself, but his knees buckled beneath him. His wolf growled inside him, but Asher couldn’t react fast enough. His body collapsed to the ground, the cold floor rushing up to meet him. Darkness crept in at the edges of his vision as he struggled to stay conscious and to fight against the blackness that was pulling him under. The last thing he heard before everything went dark was the soft sound of footsteps behind him. Then, silence.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

They tried to attack Issei party but they all instantly killed by Issei and only let the fake Knight lives, because he doubts the thugs with him know something important. When they're interrogating the fake Knight he suddenly gargled and died just like the Outlaw from the cave... It seems he died by poison. There's suddenly a man clad in full armor just like Shiro but this man armor is black colored. Oddly enough Issei doesn't feel any ill intent from this one. The Black Knight introduced himself as Kuro Kishi(Black Knight). (AN: I'll be calling him Kuro) Kuro informed them the objective is indeed to start a war. Then he told them there's a hidden bomb near the bridge and said

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

But doubt crept in—the night's victories felt fragile, like glass underfoot. Minutes later, the door opened to admit the stranger: a sleek gray wolf shifting to human form mid-stride, revealing a woman in her thirties, athletic build, clad in rain-slicked leathers. Her hair was raven-black, eyes a piercing green that scanned the room like a predator assessing threats. Chains bound her wrists—precautionary—held by two enforcers. She bowed her head slightly, respect tinged with wariness. "Alpha Blackwood. I'm Kira, emissary from the Shadowclaw Pack. We heard the battle—felt the shift in power. Hanlon was our enemy too; he owed us debts, spilled our blood in secret deals."

Kiran seemed like a meditative monk, isolated from the outside world. With hands clasped, Lilian silently prayed for Kiran to react and escape. "Let's go to hell together, Kiran!" Kanpei Ichiro shouted as he sprinted toward Kiran. His black figure stood out in the white light, resembling a black sword against the radiant background. His face twisted into a fierce and malevolent expression.