Black Lightning Red Novels & Stories

Her skin was practically translucent now, golden light pulsing beneath it in time with her heartbeat. "It won't stop," Vivienne said, something like compassion crossing her features. "But you can choose how it proceeds." The first figure appeared in the chamber entrance—Leon Blackthorn's dark suit immaculate despite whatever chaos he'd navigated to reach them. His eyes were no longer human, shifting between obsidian black and midnight blue. Behind him came others: a red-haired man whose skin seemed to shimmer with heat, a pale blonde whose breath frosted the air around him, a silver-eyed man with electricity crackling between his fingers.

Eventually, they put their heads together for a bit of weapons design. “First, we find an egg and drill a small hole in its bottom. We drain out the yolk, dry the egg, and then put blitzlicht inside. We seal the hole with candle wax then paint the shell black.” “Why black?” “For stealth.” “Well, I personally think it’s more striking and fashionable to paint it pink. For that matter, we could add crushed chalk of various colors to make the smoke more colorful. Like a rainbow. That would surely disorient the enemy.”

There’s a screaming storm surrounding it and flashes of red, demonic lightning. But I see it, clear as day. So cautious, afraid, and hopeful, I reach a hand toward it. I summon Neron, collecting all the power I can. I reach. I imagine killing that pulsing darkness. My hands glow blue and brilliant. And the second I touch it, my brain is filled with screams, a howling storm of rage. And everything goes dark.

I sighed, there was no getting rid of him. We continued to walk trying to find Hunter. The sky grew so dark it felt like night had fallen rather than morning. Clouds began to churn like a bad storm was brewing. The wind picked up. Oddly, I noticed lightening. It was not normal; it was not right. The lightening continued to shoot down from the sky to one specific area. It was colored red. I have never seen red lightening. Something strange yet powerful was happening. I could feel it in my core. My own magic felt like it was trying to brew to the surface.

The next moment, boom. The darkness completely crumbled and enveloped into itself to vanish totally. Whoosh A bloody red humanoid figure appeared. The Bloody Red Humanoid Figure was standing still, face-off, with the Black Being Of Darkness. "Uh? What is this? How come?" The black being had been so impressed by what happened to his dark-light —Which was a manifestation of his presence, that he didn't even notice, the presence of the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure. "Uh! So it's you! You're the one who expelled my black light." Taken aback, the Black Being, remarked.

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.

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…"

Mira looked at him shocked as he smudged the colour on her face, colouring her in red from forehead to jaw, ruining her white dress which she wore to irritate him. "Happy Holi, my little fire!" He smiled evilly at her. She just glared at him with her beautiful eyes. "Aren't you going to colour me?" He mocked. "I don't have colours" She replied glaring hatefully at him. "Then get it" He ordered looking back with the same hate which was for her white dress. He was feeling victorious when he smudged it with red colour. She smirked and pulled out the knife from his waistband. Damon looked at her as she grabbed his hand and made the cut on his palm. She did it so fast that even Damon couldn't add

The night he transformed after being kidnapped with his father and his sister, Amber. When Lucifer first told me about Lightning’s transformation and how he saw that same red glow in his eyes, I couldn’t believe it. I went into his room to confirm for myself. Under the moonlight, as he cooed softly, his eyes opened, revealing crimson red. Fear consumed me. Lightning had Lucifer’s curse. He was barely a year old when he began to show the curse and its abilities. Lucifer and I swore to protect him from it—and from himself, but we never succeeded.

“You have to remember, my little moonbeam. Remember who you are. Remember what we taught you.” The tape ended abruptly, leaving them in stunned silence. “What does she mean?” Blackwood asked, his gaze fixed on her. Lysandra shook her head, her mind racing. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “But I think it’s time I found out.” As the clock struck midnight, a sudden knock echoed through the apartment. Blackwood reached for his gun, motioning for Lysandra to stay back. The knock came again, louder this time. He opened the door cautiously, revealing a man with hollow eyes and trembling hands. He held out a small package wrapped in brown paper.