Black Lightning Albino Novels & Stories

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

It was no longer black. It was turning a brilliant, terrifying white.

"Then I'll take you somewhere warm. Somewhere without all this... fur." The blade touched the skin of my lower back. My eyes snapped open. I didn't scream. I didn't move. I rolled onto my back. Bianca froze. She dropped the knife. It clattered onto the dirt, but she didn't even notice. "What... what are you?" she gasped. My eyes weren't blue anymore. They weren't the human brown they’d been before the labs. They were pure, blinding white. No pupils. No iris. Just two glowing lamps of ancient power.

If things went on like this, and if someone else got there first and discovered the Sacred Hall ruins, they would lose out. The two men and the cat sped up. In the end, Ding Hao simply took out his beta-stage Qi motorcycle, Black Lightning. It vroomed like a motor, as two long trails of fire spurted out from its engine, carrying Uncle Tianshu and the Demon King, Evil Moon, away. It raced at lightning speed deep into the Bone-burying Forest. Black Lightning was indeed extremely fast. Like a bolt of lightning as its name suggested, it whizzed through the slightly overcast sky.

He slowly approached them, his heart beating loudly to his ears as he tried to think of what had happened in his absence. Nora looked calm—outwardly at least. But in her eyes; he could see the fear and dread that lay there. Mr Miller was eating with a fork and knife in his hands. He was concentrating on the chicken he was cutting and didn't seem to care about the fact that his son was approaching. Alvin noticed he was wearing white—which was a really bad sign because the preferred colour of the Black Mambas were black and they detested white since it was the direct opposite of black.

The next thing, the beast start running towards him, ready to pounce on him with its hoof. "Man, I gonna die!!" Spiro closed his eyes, he had already lost hope because the beast was already upon him. But at the last second, Lightning came in striking the beast and turning it into crisp. One thing was strange, instead of the normal blue lighting, it was silver lightning. "Are you okay?" Vic asked Spiro who was still closing his eyes. "Am I dead already?" Spiro asked as he start opening his eyes, only to meet with that of Vic.

Hah! At last I've capture them, now I've secured my poi--- what was that? My vision began to dim, slowly until it was completely gone. I blinked rapidly and I regained my sight back but all I could see now is a radiant black light like those colorful Tinkers but this one is, oh, it's the black tinker, the strong one. I guess I became its victim. I should probably be panicking right now but for some reason I don't feel anxious or scared.

I stood in the midst of a moonlit forest, the silvery glow of the moon casting an otherworldly light over the serene landscape. Suddenly, a shadow appeared, and my heart raced when I saw him under the moonlight—tall, broad, and dangerous. His long black leather coat shimmered faintly, silver buckles gleaming on his shoulders. A dark cloak swirled behind him, and his black boots thudded heavily as he approached. The demonic mask of blackened iron obscured his face, leaving only glowing eyes visible, and the smile he wore was sinister and bone-chilling. Then, he lifted his hand and slowly removed the mask. My eyes widened in horror as I realized that the man before me was Zander Blake, standin

He was an albino wolf and just like him, his wolf was also white. It had been that way in his family for centuries, which was why they were the White Moon pack. “Oh, finally you’re here.” Articus offered king a small smile. Atkns, who was sitting beside Articus, looked up next. Atkins Grey was the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack. Atkins raised his beer in greetings, his large, bearlike hands completely swallowing up the bottle. He was the exact opposite of Articus. He had black hair and black eyes. Just like him, his wolf was also black.