Black Numbers Novels & Stories

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

Chloe snapped her fingers in front of my face. "That confirms it" Crystal stated like it was the best news she had heard so far "Oh I can hear wedding bells already" Whoa. Pause. What?. That is way too far. "What do think their babies will look like?" Crystal asked dreamily. "They will probably have Kamara's awesome brown skin and Chris's hot blue eyes and the girls must have that awesome body and great behind that will make guys ask for death" "Ladies please" I put my hands over my ears "nothing of that sort will happen"

It was almost as if black symbolized more power. Then I realized I just bought a mask and didn’t ask him if it was okay when I see the woman wearing them in white and black just like the men. I looked at Chase and asked, “Is my mask color appropriate? I noticed that some women are in white and some in white and black. Mine is the only all black mask.” Chase let out a chuckle and said, “You have the right color mask love. I am surprised you have picked up on that. Black symbolizes power and rank. The more black the higher your rank.”

I don't pay for any of that. I pay my entrance fee in cash. I don't want them to track my name through my cards; I'm a bit suspicious about security. But as soon as I enter, I notice that the place is large and beautiful. All in black and red, which, according to the study of colors, are said to stimulate appetite and libido. I've studied a bit about how colors can affect the brain. I'm a builder. I design buildings and love colors. I've learned a bit about how to stimulate hunger, libido, calmness, and other emotions. But the black attracts me out of curiosity. Everything hidden under veils, everything concealed. The night enchants me, black veils, black suits, black glasses, black decorati

One was matte black, which looked like a very dark grey, while the other was jet black. He received countable calls the entire time on the jet-black one and didn't excuse himself. This time round, though, he had received through the matte-black cased one, sought privacy, and took his time. I concluded that the latter was used for shady business, exactly what we were looking for.

We ate lunch in the quiet room, discussing the witch clans' current state - which was far from ideal. "Break time is over," Susan announced. As Jennifer settled into a holster chair to observe, Susan encouraged me to take deep breaths and handed me a dark stone called the 'Black Night.' Unlike light magic, there were no spells to recite for this one; the magic just came naturally. I held the stone in my left hand and let the power flow through me. The exertion was much less than light magic. It engulfed my palm in black fire, starkly contrasting the tiny balls of yellow light from before. "It seems Leia's stronger in black magic," Jennifer commented. I gave her a puzzled look.

Daniel asked open mouthed. Juan laughed. "I was just kidding" He walked back and handed Daniel a glass of vodka which they sipped while discussing. "The Chinese partners would be bringing the goods for exchange tomorrow. It's worth six billion and I'm entrusting you on that" Juan said. "Yes Boss. I'll go select the best if our team to go with me" Daniel replied. "How many would you be going with?" Juan asked, pouring them another drink. "I'll be going with Slade, Nikita, Cheetah, Audrey and Adrian. They're amongst our best and we really don't need a crowd". Daniel replied.

Two massive statues flanked the entrance, shaped like grotesque monkeys, but not the playful kind. These were twisted, horror-born beasts, with bloated bellies, gnarled claws, and gaping mouths filled with jagged, bloodstained teeth. Their black stone skin seemed to breathe, pulsing with a dark red glow beneath the surface. A viscous liquid, thick and crimson, dripped from their jaws, falling to the ground in slow, deliberate plops that echoed like heartbeats. Blood, or something that mimicked it. I flinched and slammed the window shut.

Lena had been circling the idea for months. She first saw the black card on a private Telegram channel that required three referrals and a photo of your bare cunt just to join. The card was matte black with a single silver phone number embossed on the front and nothing else. No name. No logo. Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.”