Black Lightning Red Novels & Stories

The tingling intensified, morphing into a sharp prickle, like a thousand tiny needles dancing across my skin. The ball of lightning hummed, a volatile and alive thing, crackling with destructive potential. A rush of exhilaration coursed through me, laced with a healthy dose of fear. This power, this raw magic, is exhilarating but terrifyingly dangerous. I had formed a ball of pure lightning, a weapon capable of immense destruction. Now, the only question remained: could I control it? But this time, it wasn’t the usual green; this was red. Red is for destruction, and green is for reviving. I think these are great powers. I whipped my head to the right, and my eyes landed on a rogue wolf prowl

I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating or maybe the menstural pain got into my head. 'This must be a trick of the light' I thought to myself. ''This is no trick of the light, Sky'' He coughed. ''Wait, how did you know I just thought that?'' I asked jolting out of my seat and slowly backing away. His eyes were no longer green, they were shimmering gold just like the black wolf in my dreams. ''There is no need to be afraid. I can hear your thoughts, only if I want to. Mindlink? Ever heard of it?....''

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

The sky split open with crimson lightning. Elena’s power exploded out of her in a blinding silver storm. And the forest vanished in fire.

It was me, naked with my hair covering my breasts. The flames around me didn't burn my body, instead, they gave me an aura of power and danger. The other me had an intense gaze, an intense power, an intense air of domination. She moved her hand upward toward her chest. On her right hand, I saw a bright red tattoo, a symbol I had never seen before. The tattoo looked fresh and extremely raw as if the skin was branded. She put it over her heart and the flames went wild. They surrounded her like wings, almost engulfing her. Her intense gaze kept looking at me, without feeling as the wolf moved in slow motion through the air, and as it almost reached me, its figure vanished in the cold air.

Yes readers, this is the end of Black Luna, just as how I imagine it. But hey, Black Luna fits this story doesn't it? Black means dark, not good, bad things will happen vibe? And she's a Luna, so...fits! I think you will exclaim and say "Huh?! Over already?! So this means...." And a question after that. So I'll answer some questions which I think you'll be wondering. 1. So this is the ending?!

asked her again. "You are beautiful and also kind." Skandar praised and that was honest, the famous Skandar Alexander Hemingway who never praised a single woman overtly had just praised a girl directly. The man's hand had already gone up to Charisa, and touched his wife's jaw. Skandar's eyes nailed all his movements. The man's iris was very black, too black and dark. There was a lot of fog in the man's eyes, and Charisa didn't have enough experience to read what the mist meant.

Alpha Trevor growled. “Enough!” A man with shimmering silver eyes and snow white hair commanded, his presence as commanding as Darkness's. The three knew better than to cross the blind Lycan king. The Alpha section quietened. They turned their gaze to the fight, while the silver eyed man had his gaze on a certain distressed white haired, his silver eyed shining brightly as he relaxed back into his seat, his blind gaze on her. The second Xavier drew away his hand, Derrick charged, teeth bared, claws out, aiming for Darkness's neck with the intention to finish it quickly.

That beast made me cum without even being here. Once I was in my senses, I lifted the thing and realised it was a lighter. Damn! He put a lighter inside me? This beast is a maniac. He literally wanted to set my inside on fire. I examined the item, both confused and astounded. It was a very regal-looking lighter. Black in color and was crowned with a wolf’s face. The lighter very much matched with his cold, dark vibes. I clicked it open, a lick of red flame burst out. And I have to admit, it bore remarkable resemblence with my beast. Crimson like his eyes, hot like his persona.

I smile. “Are you ok darling?” My Mum asks. “Yes! I’ve never felt better!” I growl. I continue to the shower room. I walk in and stand in front of the mirror. My Mum, Dad and doctor stand in the doorway behind me. “It will take some getting used to Killian, you’re lucky you had that mask on or you wouldn’t have any skin.” My Mum explains. “I’m… I’m… WHITE!” I screamed. “Killian. We can do things to improve that. It is due to the white plastic melting into your skin. It has caused a chemical pigment change to your scarring.” The doctor explains.