Black Like My Soul Novels & Stories

He said, looking at me briefly before turning away. The dark was just dark, what was so beautiful about the dark? "I don't quite understand you". I said, pointing out how lost I felt by his statement. "Black is soothing. The darkness soothes my soul like no other color can. Black is also powerful and conveys strength which I objectify". "My world was never the same after I discovered the power of the color black".

Kill you limb by limb. "Don't be a dumbass man. These people will eat you like their last meal." Ashton warns, adding a hiss. "He's right, Broken Dean won't like that." The boy says, his eyes are freaky. All of them look freaky. They're dressed in all black. You can only see the tan color of their skin, none of them were snow white pale. "We'll let you slide, but the girl has to come with us," And what would they want from me? Oh right, the soul I have, what bright people!

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

I thought we were being followed at some point, but they would never catch us. We ran until we reached a clearing; I jumped into the middle, shifting back when I hit the ground. Tamisra's howls were replaced with my screams. Screams that came straight from the shattered pieces of my soul. The trees shook, and the ground trembled as my screams reached a crescendo, and then something within me snapped. Coldness. Frozen, black, and so cold that not even the fires of Tartarus could tame it overtook my body. Instead of it leaving me, it surrounded me. I opened my eyes and watched as a black tint clouded my vision. My despair turned to rage as I turned to the skies. The Heavens that held my birth

"Control yourself, Levante. The curse is devouring you from the inside!" "You dare speak to me like that?" I advanced slowly, my voice a low, guttural growl that no longer belonged fully to me. Power radiated from every pore, making the air thick and oppressive. "Offer your soul, old man. I may grant you a quick death." "Levante, snap out of it. This is not you. You cannot kill me. Remember who I am to you." "I do not care." My eyes turned pure black, swallowing all light. "Give me your life, or I will slaughter everyone inside this house. Their blood calls to me, whispering promises of sweet release."

He stepped forward, boots pressing into the earth with a crunch that echoed louder than it should. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he said, his tone carrying weight, like he was on stage, waiting for applause. “My name is Vincent Grey. The bastard son of a lycan.” His lips curved sharper, almost mocking. “Of course, you could call me Vincent Black. But I prefer Grey. Because when you mix white and black together…” His smile stretched cruelly. “…you get grey.”

"I don't want to look like a penguin at any event. You may be fine with it but I'm never going to be caught dead wearing anything so morbid." Nash hummed in agreement. "You're right. Black is the colour of my soul, not yours. Your soul is like the colour of grandma workout shorts." Legitimately pissed, I decided work could wait. "Oh, just you wait, Nash. I'm coming over to pummel you tonight. I'm not even going to pretend to hold back." "I can't wait, boy. Just make sure your bite is as good as your bark because I can already see me patching you up on the low table."

June looked at the being on the roof, about manifesting her potency on the being on the roof. “Nah~Nah~Nah~ We don’t do such here most especially using your vigors on someone like me who existed before any of your forefathers did. Is very much prohibited because I tend to feed on the blood of the living of those like you who underestimates me with such level of potency or whatsoever you call it now.” The figure in black coat said behind June, seeing his grayish-red skin and his two fangs coming out from his mouth. Her eyelids lowered, wasn't scared at all. Her thought was they were from the Beast kingdom.

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.