Black Lightning Albino Novels & Stories

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

It honestly felt weird, bearing the Beta title while my dad bore the Gamma title. It was quite unheard of in the history of the Moonstone pack. A luna being involved actively in murder was not something that any pack member expected to witness in our pack, not in our lifetime anyway. The Luna's reason or reasons for killing the Beta was yet to be disclosed to the public, probably only the high families knew; even Darrell didn't know. His father always kept him in the dark about a lot of things, and this was one of them. I have always thought that was a risky way to bring up one's child, considering he would be taking over as Alpha in a few years from now.

Blackrose pack Alucard didn't hear anything more and when he tried to find the guy, he wasn't there anymore only a delicious smell of strawberry was left but it only lasts a few moments, sometime after that unusual talk Moonlight's official music was heard in all the wood with the arrival of the Winterlane family. They were very different from the Sunshine pack they have white hair, green eyes, and pale skin, they were so notable and strong in all meanings, almost all of the population were alphas.

Black clouds billowed from the barrier in front of her, with faint lightning flickering within. Archibald was thoroughly enjoying his assault when he suddenly noticed something had changed. Oh no! He was about to withdraw his dark smoke when Helena suddenly released several eerie black lightning bolts. Ninth Dark Divine Thunder! The exclusive divine lightning of the Dark Order of the Path! This caught Archibald completely off guard. The Ninth Dark Divine Thunder tore through his black smoke and struck him directly. Though he also practiced dark attribute techniques, there was a big power difference. His attacks looked fierce but were mainly spiritual and soul-based damage, which was why they

It happened so fast, Alinta couldn't register what occurred until she found herself on the tower floor once more. “No!” she cried, horrified, but her despair was short-lived by a low snarl. Before her stood a large, fearsome wolf. Black as pitch, with crackling bolts of purple lightning flashing across his fur. His eyes were violet; this was not Onyx; this creature was far more terrifying. Had Alinta been at her senses, she would have recognised him at once, just as Aunt Deanna had described the demon. Draven. Though her thoughts were spiralling, now only one thing mattered.

He scrolled up his phone to show me an album named Owen. I took the phone and smile when I saw him. I scrolled through the stages of his son’s childhood until I stopped at a birthday picture Elijah and Owen took together. Owen’s resemblance to Elijah was undying. He was more of a beautiful boy than a handsome one but his hair was as white as snow while his blue eyes beautiful like Freya but innocent and kind like Elijah. I have heard of few werewolves born with albinism or having similar traits but this was the first time I was seeing it.