Novel & Cerita Black Like My Soul

Black been in-love with me, whiles smiling as I decide to go look for my best friend and checkup on the patients later. After all, they are all doing good and when they need me, they will definitely call for me. So for now, ' mission-search-for-Marigold activated' I say to myself, still grinning at the thought that mr. Black may like me. AT THE C.E.O OFFICE! 'Why are you here, Asmodeus?' A deep voice angrily asks. 'Do I need your permission to also be in the human world?' Another voice replies with amusement. 'Answer me!' The deep voice angrily roars.

Get a grip. Lucian raises an eyebrow holding up his hand. I nod my head, afraid of the words that may come out of my mouth. I place my hands on his. James joined us in the foyer and took us to the garage. Lucian leads me to his black Bugatti Chiron. What is with him and black cars? But it suits him, though.

It is finally time, the soul doesn't shine. No more waiting, She is fading.” Then, everything went black.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

They are blinded by emotions that I had successfully kept away from me. If humans were made from a color. Maybe wine which was a darker shade of red itself, then I was made from an even darker shade and the darkness that I had embraced for years had now become a part of me that would never fade. I was dark… I was Black… in fact. “You seem as pale as a half-dead to me, Ama. I can't even see that dark shade of red and shouldn't that be noticeable since you claim to be so dark-”

“*** Ψυχές χώριες, ψυχές δεμένες. Χρησιμοποιήστε το σκοτάδι μέσα για να τροφοδοτήσετε τη φλόγα της κόλασης που καίει τις ψυχές χώρια. Καθρεφτίστε μας, σκιάστε μας, χρωματίστε την εικόνα μας και προβάλετε την αντανάκλασή μας στον κόσμο. Souls apart ,souls bound. Use the darkness within to fuel the hell flame that burns souls apart. Mirror us , shadow us ,form in our image and project our reflection unto the world.**” I could feel the darkness slowly consuming me more and more as we chanted but I couldn’t stop chanting. It was now too late to go back. Steam soon filled the entire room as the thick dark cloudy like form blinded us only to soon reveal the results of the forbidden spell casted w

He nodded sagely, long hair hanging over his blacked out eyes. "It's cool, Syd. Like, the transformation, you know? Making the outside to match the inside." I tried to grasp it. "So, on the inside you're... black?" He bobbed his head happily, exchanging a glance with Pain. She smiled at me too. "Yeah, Syd, yeah. You hear it, sister. Black. Blacked out. Empty. Ready for the, you know, whatever power to come and, like, fill up the hole, the chasm."

I got to my room and removed the robe I was wearing, walking naked to my walk-in closet. I picked out a black tee shirt, some jeans and some shoes to match. I was a sucker for black clothes. All my clothes, cars and even my house was painted black. The color reminded me of the scars I held buried within. Somehow, I prayed Nyx would find the cure and end me of my misery.

The world shifted under his gaze—what others saw as blackness revealed its truth to him. There, stumbling through the mist, was a boy. Dark hair, thin frame, sweat dripping down his pale face. He looked back constantly, his wide eyes screaming fear. But Hound wasn’t fooled. The boy’s soul flickered faintly in the dark, and at its center was a brand—clear, unmistakable.

He stayed still for a moment with his eyes closed, his lower body lying next to her and his upper body pressed against hers, elbows on each side of her head. Maverick slowly opened his eyes and revealed the tears in them. “How can you still want me after knowing what I am? Azalea, I'm a hellhound! You and I are enemies! You're an angel, meant to take people to heaven and to keep evil out. I'm a hellhound! I drag souls to hell, and I keep people like you out. Your light, I'm Darkness. Everything about me is Darkness because I am from hell. I don't deserve you,” Maverick's voice cracked as he spoke. His hand moved to her face, trailing his fingers along her delicate skin. The last sentence cam