Black Lightning Red Novels & Stories

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.

unholy in the way he carried darkness like a crown. Mr. Red Bimma. His presence was wildfire. His body was sculpted from sin, broad shoulders under a tailored black jacket, tattoos etched across his muscular arms and up the side of his neck like black vines. Both sides of his head were shaved, with a sleek ponytail coiled down the back, accentuating the sharp line of his jaw. A silver lip ring glinted under the moonlight. An eyebrow ring sat like a mark of rebellion, making his hooded eyes look even darker.

Back then, Lucas had said with a laugh, "Like anything would happen. Don't let her intrude on our private time." Still, out of politeness, I had exchanged numbers with her in the end. After a moment's hesitation, I tapped the message open. In the video, Serena was wearing a striking red dress. The straps were barely clinging to her shoulders. Her posture was seductive, and her face glowed with a smug smile. Standing beside her was Lucas. His coat was off, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. Several buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his collarbone. His eyes were half-closed. He looked tired, yet completely at ease.

“We’re going home. We’re going back to the pack.” “The pack...” he whispered, his eyes fluttering open. They weren't sapphire anymore; they were dark violet, reflecting the sky outside. I looked up through the windshield and my heart hit my throat. The sky wasn't blue. It was a deep, bleeding crimson, streaked with veins of black lightning that thundered. High, piercing wails that vibrated through the metal of the car.

He needs to take care of the mess that has taken place last night. *** ******** Blake stands in the middle of the bloodied hall, staring out into the sky through the huge opening in the ceiling that has been damaged earlier today. Through the hole, he sees the sun rising from the east as the darkness slowly recedes. The sun feels as if it is peeking through the canopy of gold, pink and red clouds, as it grandiosely makes its presence known to the entire world. Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been reliev

Oshey moved her hands in a shoving motion and the beast flew across the room, slamming into the drywall and shattering it. With James distracted, Kasper moved to Quinn and drug him from the steps. He looked at Oshey then the beast. "You will be gone from this place," Oshey said, shoving her hands forward again. A bolt of lightning surged from her hand, striking him; he was dragged out the front door in an electric also. Oshey forced her hands forward again and a second bolt hit her. She screamed out with a sudden flash of blue and then disappeared in a flash of light, taking James with her.

He practically jumped out of his seat as I made to smack him again. My sister walked up to me cautiously. She put a hand on my bicep and gave me a warning look. I rolled up the shirt sleeve of my right arm and I saw blue scales crawling up my arm, my dragon was close to the surface. I took a deep breath to steady myself and the scales retreated. "You need to calm down, Ash," my sister said, "Now tell me about this girl Ryder is talking about." I put my hands in the pocket of my pants and took another deep breath. I told her everything, from when I laid eyes on the stunning lady to questioning Wade on everything about her.

I looked at him as he opened it. Of course, his mom would find it quite weird if she discovered that we hadn't been sharing the same bedroom. "You can start unpacking. I've got a conference call to deal with." Justin left as I stepped into the dark-themed, aesthetically designed bedroom. The walls had a stunning midnight decor and there was a luxurious tufted bed, an elegant chandelier, vintage furniture, a gallery with a TV wall panel and soft golden lighting. This was definitely Justin Martínez's sanctuary.

"Aurora, the world isn't beautiful like you... If you keep taking shit then they are going to exploit you even more so be a woman and make them realise that you are not an easy target... I love to make the life of people hell whom I don't like..." Aurora couldn't understand why she is so confident and from where she got so much courage. She was about to say something but then she noticed Damon coming towards them. He walked like a boss and his aura held the same power as Rafael. All black and dark. He wore his shades as he stepped out in the sun. Mira's face turned mad as soon as she saw him. There was pure hate in her eyes. Aurora was expecting Damon to say something but he just ignored the