Novel & Cerita Black Like My Soul

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

“Alright,” Blackie shrugged, “As I said, we used Soul Coupling as a reference to create a new soul-based, multiversal racial characteristic for worldborn. Basically, we gave your soul an ability to… uh… interact with other souls in a special way… which kinda made you into a eunuch,” Blackie laughed awkwardly, “but otherwise it is very handy! I guarantee that in the future, you’ll totally love it!”

I thought to myself while holding the delicate body of my lover that felt like if I squeezed it, his bones would literally break into pieces. “I love you, my Libulan,” I uttered. My breathing became hoarse and the beating of my heart slowed down. “I wish we can stay like this forever.” When I checked on Libulan, his soul had already separated from his body. The color of his soul was the most beautiful. It had different hues, but just like that leader from that village, the core of Libulan’s soul had black shades. These black taints represented his regret from dying and his hatred towards everyone else that judged us.

" We notch our bows and wait for the morrow Cold is the night and nary a tear for on the morn we head into shadow There is no room for our fear His eyes are cruel, his evil is endless Black is soul and ne'ver he'll rest till all the world lies covered in darkness and none who'd fight him are left. Zhanere Zelezial"

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

More time passed and the knock never came again. Ebony camellia. Another one of those shades she hadn't experimented. She was lured by its name as it portrayed her mood: Dark, straight from hell, and excruciatingly hurt. Louisa had had enough of staying indoors for it made her idle and think like crazy. A little bit of work would clear her head as she believed.

he replied, a devilish smirk on his face as he winked at Amelia. "Oh Dylan, I just came to say Hi. I am already busy tonight." she winked at him who replied, "Busy making money, eh?" "Yes, Mr Black is coming tonight. I have to seduce him," she said in a confident tone. Dylan chuckled but his chuckle got converted into a laugh and he couldn't stop it. "I-I am so sorry..." he said laughing, then took a deep breath and continued, "You are telling me that Kristopher Black may be seduced by you.."

This was no time to be emotional. "I'll protect you, Dame, in every way I can," I said with conviction. I felt a strong, different feeling building up inside me, and then black smoke appeared from nowhere. It was like the haze in my dream, the dark engulfing shadows. I froze when I thought about the dream I had and it turned out to be a reality. I was confused about what was happening and I felt terrified so I embraced my child tightly. I had no idea why I was surrounded by the shadows but then I realized something peculiar. The shadows turned into solid black and it surrounded me in bands and once again, I felt as if my soul was being pulled out from my body. I took a step to escape the bla

He roared a question, every part of his transformed body was dark as if tar had been splashed all over his skin. The pupils of his eyes were covered in nothing but blackness— as if lifeless, they glared at Renesmee who was now blinking blankly, with confusion. The ground began shaking while the sky roared— it was late for Renesmee to react when Liam rushed in her direction. "You shall pay!" Liam hissed in an omnipresent voice. — Blackness was the night, of the Cold Night cursed by the whispers of Malbonte. •••

She said wiping away tears that escaped unto her cheeks I smiled as I gave her the tissue. "Hope, you are black, I'm white. Our colours don't define us. We are who we are irrespective of our colour. Your schoolmates are ignorant, they lack knowledge, but you, you Hope, you are bestowed with knowledge. Don't mind whatever they say. Your Colour, your Hair, Your name, should be be your pride. Do you know how many people will die to have the dark natural curls you're endowed with. Ignore whatever they say, Look on the bright side, your skin is elegant. Just so you know, my roommate is black, her name is Caroline and she's beautiful just like you. Your Colour can't stop you from being who you wan