Black Like My Soul Novels & Stories

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.”

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

-Actually, that's exactly what I'm going to do," he says, his eyes sparkling with joy. By the way, I brought you what you asked for, he says, taking out a small box. You should know that my sister worked very hard on it. A week ago, I asked James's sister, Rebecca, who is like a sister to me, to make me a unique ring to give to my angel when I propose to her. Rebecca has a campaign that produces and sells jewelry, designed by the best designers. Anyway, I wanted it to be designed by her because I know she's the best, and that's exactly what she is, I think to myself as I look at the jewelry in the box. Engraved inside is my name with an elegant background. The ring is made of white gold, and

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

Leave it at first I concentrate on IKha's song. When I found you, I found everything. The prayers of the heart went beyond the sky, It was then that I got you, O' my SOUL... _______________________ I found my SOUL in you. My world doesn’t exist beyond your arms, keep me here only, O' my SOUL... _______________________ The sight that your eyes don’t like, I’ll not see that scenery again... If I find you, I’ll leave myself, in you somewhere there is my shore...

Black The Origin Chapter 2: vision His father has dark green eyes, illuminated to his vision. His slowly falling into the pit of it… The blue Moon was high up in the sky, can be seen at the window near a young boy's room. The moonlight peering to his opened balcony. He was wide awake staring at his dark ceiling where he can barely see the panting of angels with white wings. It was a spectacular painting, full of magic. Angels or so they called the goddess was looking way high in light under the clouds.

I pulled her soul back and felt the snap of the connection, leaving Sienna’s chest to lurch as she sucked in a jagged, rattling breath. Her eyes opened. They weren't brown, nor were they amber. They were an absolute, bottomless black—voids where a soul should be—proving that whatever I had pulled back into her body wasn't the girl I had been trying to save. It was something else entirely that had been waiting in the dark for an open door.

They deserved a better child. Ignoring the protests and warning my aching body gave me, I willed myself to stand. I needed air, I was feeling suffocated and choked in my own body. I made my way to my closet and took the first big thing my eyes caught sight of. My black hoodie. Which brought somewhat warmth to my soul because black in all it's glory held a mysterious aura; a prefect color for me because I was damned but not condemned. Most people associated it with ominous speculations but it was still a beautiful color.

I blurted the first impossible thing my fracturing mind could grasp: “I wish I were Black.” A spark snapped along my nerves. My skin prickled as if waking from a century’s sleep. I looked down. My pale winter flesh had melted into deep mocha. A scream tore out of me. It was like the world had tilted, and I fell through the crack. Elena flicked her wrist, and silence swallowed the scream. My throat worked, but no sound escaped. She did another flick, and the mocha drained away, leaving me ghost-pale again.