Black Lightning Albino Novels & Stories

‘What an unusual colour you are,’ I state. ‘I hear your mate is much the same…’ he stares as we start running through my land back to the pack house. I think of Khai and Lilith and note that he’s far whiter than Khai. Obsidian being a dark grey Wolf with browns smattered throughout his fur. But Lilith is pure white, with that purple glow that’s highly unusual and never heard of. In fact, thinking of it now her eyes are just the same. Glowing purple as Theseus’s do.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

My mane of white hair, streaked with those dark blue tips I’d dyed as a girl, cascaded wild around my face and shoulders, framing the beast I had become. Claws glinted obsidian-black at the ends of long, powerful fingers, my body towering, muscled, yet graceful, every curve built for speed and strength. My features, though Lycan, were still me—still Alora. Only… transformed. *I’m… albino,* I whispered, my voice cracked with disbelief. *Of course we are,* Jag said softly, pride thrumming in her tone. *Did you really think the Moon Goddess would give us anything less than her own image?*

I interject after Lilly, “is when the whites of your eyes turn black and your wolf’s eyes replace your normal ones. The most common colors you see are shades of amber and brown, but sometimes you see green or blue. I’m part of the one quarter of wolves that happens to.” “The last type is just as rare as Demetri’s.” Patrick surprises us when he talks. “One quarter of wolves will have blackened eyes. I believe doctors settled on calling them black-out eyes. Based on your description, it sounds like that’s what you have but we need to see them before you get out of the partial to verify that’s what you have.” He shakes his head against my arm. “The light hurts and I already have a headache. Mad

He stepped forward, boots pressing into the earth with a crunch that echoed louder than it should. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he said, his tone carrying weight, like he was on stage, waiting for applause. “My name is Vincent Grey. The bastard son of a lycan.” His lips curved sharper, almost mocking. “Of course, you could call me Vincent Black. But I prefer Grey. Because when you mix white and black together…” His smile stretched cruelly. “…you get grey.”

The wasteland seemed to stretch on forever, with no shelter in sight. Suddenly, a dark shape emerged from the distance, growing larger with every step. Melissa's breath caught in her throat as she realized it was a pack of wolves, their eyes glowing like embers in the dark. "The Shadow Pack," Luna whispered, her voice trembling. Damien's eyes locked onto the pack, his expression fierce. "Stay behind me," he growled, positioning himself between Melissa and the pack. As the Shadow Pack drew closer, Melissa could feel their dark energy washing over her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before - a cold, calculating power that seemed to seep into her very bones.

The night had come and past—just like a distant memory in Sebastian Black’s mind as his dark, onyx eyes flutter open. He blinks against the assault of ultraviolet rays, kissing his vision with an annoying ebb of pain. His dark, Nubian complexion blesses the sunlight that trails against his half-naked body. Angled perfectly, yet lazily on the king-sized bed he lays in, after an eventful night of drinking wine and staying home. Before he can reflect on anything else, Sebastian swings his legs off to the side of the enormous bed. Gazing ahead, at the full view of Manhattan, and the reflection of himself in the glass.

“You’re the only person I’ve met who gets excited about albinos.” “Have you ever seen a Japanese or Asian albino?” Kaiyo asked. I paused my answer. “I have not.” “Me too. Lucas is the first albino I’ve ever seen.” Niko tugged on Kaiyo’s shirt and captured his attention. “My name is Nikolaus Jeremy Dietrich Campbell and I’m five and a half years old.” Kaiyo giggled. “That’s a long name for someone small.” “Mommy and chichi say it’s not.”

I sighed again. “WHAT?!” Ayla nervously asked me. “Exactly what my reaction too. JD is explaining to them everything about Dark Knight. Be ready to have cousins on our agents.” I seriously told Ayla. “Oh no…” she muttered and shook her head. I hug her again. Things just got complicated. I knew that something bad may happen. And it did. I sighed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Cupid is munching chips as he tries to hack the electric fence of Black Dragon’s place. Atlas is just lying down beside him.

He was shirtless, and I felt heat flush my cheeks at the sight of all his exposed muscles, something that had been occurring more often lately. In recent months, I had grown very attracted to my best friend of the past seventeen years of my life, and it was getting ever harder to ignore, It didn't help that between his Japanese dad and American mother, he ended up with the very best of both worlds. He had his mothers straight silky hair the locks were snow white thick, wavy and lustrous, and fell in waves to his shoulders, hanging into his mysterious silver eyes Xander had been born with a genetic birth defect that caused him to be born an Albino.