Black Lightning Red Novels & Stories

there's no logical scientific reason that could justify what he has done. "Look at my eyes," he commanded. I looked there. I was even more surprised. His eyes that were pitch black a while ago, now resembles the color of turquoise. Blue green, but his were different. They were glowing. Literally. If this is not true, how could illusion be this beautiful?

A slap rang across the room and Gwyn fell to the floor with Revvyn holding on to her, she had her palm on her cheek which had turned bright red and she snapped her head up to see Lyra unprotected in front of Ryder. Lyra’s breathing shivered, her vision blurred and her head felt light, every noise she heard sounded to be distant but she could see the face in front of her, it was a blurry mass but she knew it was the face of the man called Ryder, she could feel his fingers on her face and slowly, the blackness set in and her legs gave way and the last thing she remembered before she blacked out was something she had heard once before. “Red is a dangerous color on you Lyra.”

Okay," I replied, my voice even. With that, I chucked the necklace and its box into the trash can. His face turned red with rage. "What's that supposed to mean? Have I been too soft on you all these years?" I kept my smile gentle, watching him simmer down without saying a word. It did not take long before he calmed himself and pulled out some papers from his briefcase to show me.

His energy flared violently, blue lightning and red shadow colliding, tearing the tunnel apart. I braced against the impact, shouting his name, willing him to fight. And then… he did. A single flash of his eyes—pure, unwavering blue—cut through the red. He clawed at the shadows, pushing them back. The entity hissed in rage, but Luca’s will, anchored to me, held. But the victory was fleeting. From the depths of the shadows, a second figure emerged—taller, darker, and more terrifying than before. Its voice was a whisper, cold and seductive:

“Try imagining your life without him, Pete.” Pete immediately looked away, a blush creeping across his cheeks. “I understand,” he muttered softly. “I know exactly how that feels.” Ethan smirked. “Careful with that blush, Pete. I might end up dead before the day is over. He might think I’m the reason you’re turning red.” “Ethan!” Pete exclaimed, glaring at him. But Ethan continued mercilessly. “You’re blushing even harder now. Better prepare yourself—your ass is definitely going to be on fire tonight.”

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.

Inside of the circle is the same moon that represents my Lycan King, but now instead of the bright color it was before, it is a light shade of red, with a dark border as dark as blood, with blood dripping from the top in lazy movements. The lightning bolt that crashes down the center of the moon looks etheral against the red background, drawing more attention to the spark that represents my Angel. The black raven that is my beautiful witch has darkened its color to be seen against the red backdrop, with more definition appearing on the feathers that float slowly to the bottom of the brand. My breath hitches in my throat as I move my fingers over the brand that now marks Lucern as mine for al

He simply asked, "Yocelyn, if I ever need your help one day—and I mean really need it, like an organ or something—would you be there for me?" Blinded by love, I nodded and said yes without a second thought. He looked into my eyes so intently, it was as if he was seeing someone else through them. Then he kissed me gently on the eye, whispering, "Your eyes are so beautiful." Looking back at it, I wonder… Did Samuel have his eye on my eyes from the very start? I was dead. The surgery was a success, but my body rejected it big time, and all my vitals hit rock bottom.

I nodded and obeyed. MIKO I am silently driving and glancing at Black Dragon. I wonder what happened inside that structure. I noticed Big Boss limping because of a wound on his right leg. I also noticed Topgun obeying Black Dragon without asking, while he is just staring outside. Since Se7en hyung is not here, we will bring Big Boss to his father Eclipse. Under the Gonzalbo’s house is the original headquarters of Dark Knight. Though seldom used, it is still operating in case emergencies like this happen. We’re almost there. I wonder what my hyung’s are thinking now. As we approached the mansion’s gates, it automatically opens. I drove the van inside. Actually, nobody would suspect that somet

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.