Black Like My Soul Novels & Stories

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

“They recognize you.” “Not me,” Veyra said. “What I carry.” She glanced at the faint gold still lingering beneath her skin, where the Vein’s mark had burned her. The Choir’s song shifted — now words were forming, fragmented and distorted, but clear enough to grasp. The current remembers. The Soulbound stirs. The cycle breaks. The sound pressed against her skull until her knees almost buckled. She forced herself upright, her voice cutting through the rising resonance. “Where is she?”

The Okafor Clan is not merely my rival; they are the jagged, infected scar across my soul. The path of my vengeance requires me to rip open my own old wounds, letting the air hit the pain I buried years ago. "Excellent. Just when I intended to grant them a few more moons of breath, they have decided to hunt me first." Meanwhile, Idris Blackthorne pulls his beast of a vehicle into the private driveway of the Blackthorne Bloodmoon Citadel, his two pups, Amara and Jabari, fast asleep in the rear. His mood is lethal, yet his eyes hold a strange, unnatural softness.

Ashley People's lives to me are a matter of a simple order. I just had to be given a command and I would just turn off the switch that makes the person breathe. You can't blame me, that was how I was molded to be since the day I was kidnapped when I was just seven. Other kids dreamed of going to Disney world when they were seven, all I dreamt about is how I would survive the next day as a killer in training.

Michael introduced him as Gustavo. Next came the man to the left who was much smaller, but just as stocky as Gustavo. His raven black hair was shaved at the sides and the long hair left at the top was tied in a ponytail. His eyes were black as night, devoid of all emotions as he glared at Asher. His mouth which turned down in a frown had a nasty scar right above his top lip. Also like Gustavo, this man sported tattoos all along his arms and up around his neck as well. Michael deemed him to be Stefen. Neither man spoke as they took Asher in. Their eyes held no signs of interest or warmth as they examined him. Under their scrutinizing gazes Asher could feel himself wanting to shrink bac

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

“WELL, WELL, WELL—I'M GOING TO BE CHOOSING THE BEST COUPLE FOR TONIGHT’S SHOW TO COME GIVE US SOME SMOOOOTH MOVES.” This. This is what life outside Michael’s world feels like. I feel like I’ve been in chains for years. Even though I’m not completely free yet, nothing compares to this sense of liberation. “I SEE THEM! EVERYONE, MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN L.A, THE LADY IN THE SHINY RED DRESS AND HER MAN IN A BLACK SUIT!!!” I turned around in search of the couple, but immediately froze the moment the light dropped on us.

Silence, and then a soul tainted with a certain darkness to it appeared. Ursula smirked. “Tell me your name, young soul.” The soul flashes white then gray to black. “Luther.”

The employees at the counter turned their heads upon hearing the question. “You’re so annoying. Just leave me alone! Blue, take him away, please!” Grey complained. “Shake hands first,” Black said, offering his hand. Grey’s expression remained blank. With a deep sigh, he accepted the handshake. Then Blue, ever the troublemaker, sang Oh, Pag-ibig by Bailey May and Ylona Garcia. “So thrilling, so fun, so kilig, so maddening,” he sang. Grey tried to withdraw his hand, but Black tightened his grip. Black smirked and bit his lower lip—mimicking the photo Grey had received on Instaglow.