Black Oc Novels & Stories

} I ordered all the warriors in the link. I waited impatiently until he appeared. I gasped as I saw him. He was a huge man with black hair just like my daughters. His eyes were blue as well but what alarmed me was the fact that he looked very much like Alpha David. If this was who Samantha was seeing, it's no wonder she thought the Alpha was back from the dead.

Valen rumbled. Confused, I thought he’d spoken to me, but then I saw Konah, covered in dark yellow scales, not quite golden in color. He, too, wore only pants. How the hell were they doing that? “He is yours,” Konah agreed and my delirious mind wanted both of them to keep speaking so I could bask in the richness of their voices. Not helping brain!

RED ALERT! Blackening Value increase-75% The blackening happened so suddenly that Omeo who heard an unfamiliar sound inside his head furrowed his brows, as he was thinking who is it, having to cross a thought that he might have been bonded by a system suddenly made him feel ecstasy but before he feel an un-presented joy of finally having a system despite him not being a hero or Sotiras, a big shadow that was shaped into a weird figure appeared in front of him. The feathery and also was like a skin-bone feet at the same time was seen in Omeo sight who was still on the ground as he was still struggling on getting up and standing on his feet without any help from a person who take the initiativ

Turning forward again, she asked, “Who’s Black Crimson?” I shook my head. “No one knows. He’s the city’s famous—or maybe I should say infamous—graffiti artist. He only works in black, white, and red spray paint, and all his masterpieces usually depict some kind of meaningful message. They’re signed B.C., which is how he became dubbed Black Crimson.” Isobel wrinkled her nose. “I’m sure B and C are for the initials in his name, not for the colors in which he works.”

My plan for Alex Oliver was to make him as simple as the next man beside us. Alex wasn't hot—he was cute. Alex didn't have any flashy cars—he had a bicycle. He wasn't the CEO of any billionaire company, just a normal twenty seven year old doing his normal stuff.

Curse on them all, he would now have to slay Olobiri quickly, which would be less than the madman deserves. His challenger already stood waiting. Olobiri, the skeleton smith, the bone gatherer, the bane of Benin was albino, tall and handsome. Nearly as tall as Arualan, wider at the shoulders with arms the size of tree trunks. Garbed in his terrible bleached bone armor, a large buffalo skull for helm sat firmly on his dreadlocked head. In each of his hands, he held a long-jagged knife made of bones; a collection of human skulls decorated his waist, clattering together in the evening breeze, finger bones taken from his victims, held together on a string was tied around his neck. Olobiri was ap

The silence in the car wasn’t empty. It was thick, charged, like static just before lightning splits the sky. Adrian sat rigid in the passenger seat, hands clenched together in his lap, watching the city lights smear by through the window. His pulse still thudded heavy from the bar—too much alcohol, too much adrenaline, too much Evan.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

I hear Lesha say with a grin on her face as she watches us. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Ox, I promise not to keep her out too late." I say as I hold out my hand to shake hers. Her grandmother looks down at my hands without moving at all, and I start to feel uncomfortable and slightly awkward. She looks straight in my eyes with a serious expression on her face. "I expect her to be back here no later than 11pm and I am choosing to trust you with her safety, so if anything happens to her, you'll have me to deal with." Ms.Ox says sternly as she extends her hand and grips mine with a lot of strength that wasn't expected at all.