Black Numbers Novels & Stories

“The blue line. It turned black. What does black mean?” Rian stopped walking. His grip on me tightened. “Blue is the acceleration,” he whispered. “Blue is the artificial attempt to bind.” “And black?” He looked at me. His expression was unreadable. “Black is permanent,” he said. “Black is the biological acceptance of the foreign soul. It means your essence has fused to the pack lineage. It cannot be undone.” “So I am the Anchor forever?” “No,” Rian said, his voice dropping to a rough growl. “An Anchor is a role. A job. This mark… this is different.”

“She said to bring the black one.” “I did,” I replied, trying not to laugh. “But sweetheart, none of these are black.” She looked down at them again. “I know. But they look black,” she muttered defensively. “They do not look Black,” Dante corrected gently, walking to where she was and crouching down to her level. “This one is a dark shade of blue. This one is brown. This isn't black; it doesn't even look close to it. And this one…” he picked up the fallen bag, “is definitely not black.”

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

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.

I say amused into the microphone so that the team can prepare. A convoy of 4 armored black vans is coming towards us, they stop a few meters away and a black man of approximately 1.90 with the face of a thug gets out of one of them, he smiled and I approached him. “Do you know that being late for a delivery is considered disrespectful?...” The man looks me up and down and answers “And who cares, whitey?...” he says with that strong street accent, shitty gangsters. “I think your boss ...” I say with a mocking smile

Xandar and Lucianne were studying the details of the population: Brown (Light): 1 male Brown (Dark): 1 female Grey: 2 males; 1 female Black: 0 White: 0 Others: 0 Total: 5 Greg tried not to sound too exasperated as he answered, “One, the ‘others’ category is nil, meaning that they’re normal wolves without any of those legendary special abilities. And if you remember basic science, deputy, you’d know that black-furred animals are known to be more rebellious or ambitious, or both, thus dangerous, so their absence is something to be happy about. Three, no white wolves, which are generally known to either be harmless or only look harmless but are quite the opposite. No offense intended, My Queen.

Katie had turned her entire closet upside down and yet she could not find any suitable clothes in the colour 'gray' she could wear to work tommorow. Gritting her teeth, she cursed whoever it had been that'd brought about the change of color code. Like seriously,what kind of colours were black, white and ash?! So dull! But she'd have to adhere to the colour code whether she liked it or not. Except she was ready to start looking for another good paying job in another multi trillion dollar firm.

"Sir my partner is here, she will see to the rest." "I can't stay any longer, my meeting will start now. Any doubts don't hesitate to ask Ryan. Also take your advance from him." that voice, it felt like I have heard it before. "Bella, Mr. Blackwood didn't like the black and white design." she said looking sad. "I can make better ones and I will show it by tomorrow evening." I can't let this deal go, I will work harder. "No ma'am what your partner meant is that Mr. Blackwood likes the black, purple and gold one. He insisted on using that only. The deal is final."

I immediately change my clothes. I wear a black jeans paired with my favourite black jacket and a black boots. Yes, I love black. Black brings comfort to me, but that doesn't mean that I am a bad person. Black colour doesn't really define evil. I don't believe in those colour meanings and symbols because I love black but I have pure intentions.

Oh God, I needed to get laid and fast. While blow-drying my hair, a notification caught my eye. Checking my phone, I ran across a text message from an unknown number. "You have been invited to the Black&White Club for an unforgettable night. This is your VIP code so that you can treat yourself with free drinks and private dancers for your pleasure. The code is 45572837. We are waiting for you! Don't miss out this one in a lifetime opportunity to make your wildest fantasies come true ;)!"