Black Like My Soul Novels & Stories

“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.

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

I minimize the make-up on my face just leaving the red lipstick. I'm disappointed the date didn't go as planned. I have finally given up going on dates. Let me just stay single and endure the dry spell and lonely nights. Maybe I'm cursed. Maybe it's time I accept I wasn't born for this shit called love. I take my car keys on the coffee table after putting my black heels back on. I lock the house before sliding into my Mercedes Benz. It's black by the way. Black like my soul. Black like my heart.

The weight of the decision pressed heavily on Asha’s chest as she stood before the tank, staring at the distorted reflection of herself suspended in the glowing liquid. The figure inside seemed almost lifelike, yet the twisted form of her own image was a cruel reminder of the dark magic that had been used to manipulate her bloodline. The Soulbone Imprint was both a gift and a curse—one that had bound her to the very powers she sought to destroy.

I got to my room and removed the robe I was wearing, walking naked to my walk-in closet. I picked out a black tee shirt, some jeans and some shoes to match. I was a sucker for black clothes. All my clothes, cars and even my house was painted black. The color reminded me of the scars I held buried within. Somehow, I prayed Nyx would find the cure and end me of my misery.

He wiped his hands, soiled with blood on his shirt, while the other vampire was practically frozen. “Who said you can talk?” “I’m sorry. Please don’t kill me.” I badly wanted to know what was happening, but my vision continued to worsen. I stumbled, fighting for my survival to stay awake, or I might not wake up again. “You’re about to lose consciousness, aren’t you?” He asked, staring at me with his crimson-colored eyes. “No…” That was the last word I said before everything went black.

Black Ace " Hello. Who's on the line? Diamond " Ace! Where have you been? I've been calling you for some minutes now. What going on? Black Ace " Relax jor..... 🎶 I'm feeling vibes on vibes..... You no fit kill my vibe 🎶 (relax pls am getting some vibes and you can't kill it for me) Diamond " (shocked) Are you singing? Black Ace " Wèrè! I'm just listening to music. Diamond" You demented b--tch! Have you forgotten about your mission!? The target is on the move.

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.."