Black Like My Soul Novels & Stories

Such souls had no place in my dark utopia. Meanwhile, Zeve’s soul print was an interesting mix of light, darkness, and grey. She had it all in herself. Zahir’s soul print was pitch black, the darkest shade of black, with no hope, happiness, or emotions. His soul was no less than a black hole. It could eat up all the light in this world and still be starving. Yet he pretended to be on the brighter side. Well, what else could we expect from a person who was born with forbidden knowledge?

he replied bluntly. "Choose me..." She whispered, pulling his shirt harder so their faces are just inches apart. She was sniffling, her tears blinding and choky and hurtful. Yet... Madden showed no emotions to it... He's like a soulless pit of hell. Now she came to the realization that everything about Madden Smirnov is black. Black heart Black mind Black soul He's really morally dark, and he's not only a psychopath but a sociopath with no feelings.

‘How I wish you could see the potential, The potential of you and me. It’s like a book elegantly bound But in a language that you can’t read just yet…’ “Hi, guys! It’s a beautiful morning in San Diego and I’m here with the latest updates on ‘Black & White’ trilogy! I must say your feedback up to this point, is absolutely fantastic and I’m looking forward to making lots of progress on the edits for the third book, ‘Crimson Love’. I know a lot of you are anxious for info, so I hope to have an official release date for you as well as a cover reveal by the same time next week. I hope more of you will jump on board and take this romantic trip with all of you, already loyal fans, and with yours tr

I know I didn’t sleep with poison beneath my pillow last night. And I still am here, trapped in this nightmare. This is not real, I tell myself, willingly for this to fade, for me to wake. But it doesn’t happen. I suppose I will have to endure. And so I do. The boiling water of the sea lashes on the shore with each wave until it freezes, a cold mist enveloping me. This time when the Soulkeeper comes on his cog, his face isn’t hidden. No, the hood is drawn back, and staring right into my soul is the one red eye of Valen Blackbane.

To me, the only thing identical about us were our looks, and I’m referring to the mere basics; our emerald-green eyes and pale, clear creamy skin that refused to get a shade darker despite the hours we spent at the beach. Other than those, we were nothing identical. Unlike my sister, I had tattoos and a handful of piercings, I loved the color black and loved to dress up in dark colours. I owned a lot of platform boots of different lengths while she strutted around in her heels, pumps and wedges. I wear dark makeup with black emphasis on eyeliners, mascara, eyeshadows and I’m always on black lipstick and had even dyed my hair black to get rid of that genetic blondness that runs in my DNA. I s

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

Diana was saying but her words trailed off. "Did you people happen to have fallen into a black quick sand?" She asked. "No." Linda answered. "Then how did you guys get here? I was at a different place but I fell into a black quick sand which brought me here." Diana explained. "Oh that? I and Linda had passed through a black portal which brought us here. I said. "To be honest, I wish I was there and not here. At least that place looked like a peaceful place in comparison to this place." Diana said.

My inner wolf woke up by hearing her child crying in fear. My eyes flickering by yellow colors. "Don't you dare yell at me! You're upsetting my pup!" I scream at him with a snarl. He looks taken back by my angry and dark voice. His eyes held confusion and fear. Like I'm the monster in this story. But I'm not... "I-uh I'm sorry..." I apologize, taking Varien with me, and quickly running out the door. "Wait!" Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't you dare look back...

Still trying to find what they lost. Tania learned it since she was little. They, who slowly turned into evil creatures when they refused to cross the path into the afterlife. They would manifest into a black monster who feast on innocent souls. Some soul would remain lost, living in the grey dimension, the in-between. Some would turn evil. Some would be caught by the grim reaper, those who deliver souls into the underworld or to Heaven. “Sometimes we can help them,” John said, “sometimes we can’t.”

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos