Black Numbers Novels & Stories

A place thick with the scent of old ink and secrets. And there it was. Faint, but unmistakable. Jasmine’s scent. My lips curled. What business did a human girl have here? I traced my fingers along the rows until they brushed the edge of a leather-bound volume. Moonblood Records – Year 1897. The corner was worn, stitching loose, as if the book itself had been waiting for me. I slid it free, the wood groaning beneath its weight when I dropped it onto a table. Flipping through, I scanned the cramped ink — births, deaths, alliances sealed with blood. Until I got to the entry of a name.

monotonous just like his wardrobe. He stopped in front of one particular black car. "Look at this one... It's one of my favourite shades," he claimed pointing to it. Either one of us has to be colour-blind - Mili thought. "It's just ... black?" She curiously asked. His jaw twitched, as if personally offended. "It's obsidian black, baby," he instantly answered. Mili stared at him offering a small, confused smile, swirling her tongue around the melting ice cream. It was then she realised that he had his own palette of shades that she had completely failed to recognise.

Back then, there was no pain, no heartbreak, no grief… just pure, simple happiness. Suddenly, I realized I could no longer feel the rain hitting my body, even though it was still pouring down. I looked up and saw a black umbrella shielding me from the downpour. I turned around to see who was holding it. Standing there was a man dressed entirely in black. I stared into his eyes—deep, coal-black eyes that looked dull and lifeless. He stared back at me just as intensely. There was something mesmerizing about them, like a black diamond that held a strange kind of beauty despite its dullness.

Everything is like a giant black T.b.c

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

I asked as I sat beside Ethane. "Well that is just how we express our feelings here in the demon world and I just love the color black as well," Ethane tried to explain. "I still don't understand. Black means love or hatred or??" I asked in a confused look. "Love. Black means love and red means hatred," Ethane replied. "Does that mean you love me?" I asked with curiosity. "Don't be silly now," Ethane said as he pinched the bridge of my nose.

I promise. ~~~ "What's the progress?" "The cargo has been conveyed to Southern borders, sir. Tomorrow, the rest of it will follow. The Bull's Elite are holding a conference meeting at the Margan site. They request your presence this time, Lord" The eyes if Dillion shifted to his subordinate that was cladded in all black. Black shoes, black suit, black belt, black tie and black shirt underneath the suit and his eyes being expressionless, he turned his attention back to the fanciful dagger in his hand and played with the edges. "Keep the Lord subject for now. I don't want the black Cobras finding out my identity."

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

"Oh no" *************