Black Oc Novels & Stories

I was dressed in a tee-shirt that said BlaCK and a jean ripped on both knees and two little rips on the back thighs and that was all. I was pretty dressed up but I was so fire! He moved over to my side and sunk his hand into mine. ‘oof’, one of his friends said. ‘she’s a sweet one, dude is she yours? Or can?’, the guy was really fine, obviously mixed; he was dark-skinned with beautiful grey eyes reminds me of Beck. ‘hands-off, Jer’, he said and laughed. ‘this is OB’, he said and smiled at me. I looked up at him and smiled shyly. ‘now move away you fools you are crowding”, he said with finality and they moved away so we could pass.

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

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.

The man who was inside the car, leaning his head on his headrest with his eyes closed, suddenly moved. Immediately he heard the girl's voice, he then opened his eyes to look at her. He knew that voice, yes! That voice was familiar. "you," he mumbled upon seeing her. He stepped out and when he saw the awful damage on his car, he leaned on the opened door of his car crossing his hands on each other as he looked at her. He was wearing a black suit and he was simply breathtaking. His black suit, his black hair and his car caused his skin to look paler.

Not too buff to freak me out, and not too lean to appear thin. He looked strong, powerful even. Everything about him screamed power and dominance. He had dark blue hair and his lips were red in contrast to his flawless pale skin. He was tall too and for the first time, I wanted nothing more than to pull him down towards me and get drunk on his lip.

He put the handkerchief back in his pocket when he'd finished. - One more thing... He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out something. A chain. When she noticed the pendant, she opened her mouth in amazement. It was the "blue moonstone". A piece of jewellery worth well over a million dollars. The stone was made of crystals and polished with rhodium. Rhodium was the reason for its exorbitant price. He approached her and placed it around her neck. She was about to refuse, but... She accepted it. She'd wanted it ever since it first appeared.

Zanele Okafor "Why do your giant boots choose to stand by my small sink to watch my paws wash?" I ask, my eyelashes fluttering fast as my eyes tilt up to track the immense alpha frame towering over my short height. Idris Blackthorne stands nearly one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, his overly-handsome face looking like it was specially sculpted from midnight rock by the ancient moon spirits, and the heavy obsidian wrist piece on his arm glitters with a cold, sharp silver light that makes his raw aura stunningly seductive. Every single thing about his posture is completely gorgeous without carrying a single drop of exaggeration.

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

"Good. Because tomorrow is Selection Day for the rest of your class. They’re going to be looking for a replacement, and they’re going to be angrier than ever. We have work to do." He handed me a piece of dark fabric. "Put this on. The grey uniform is a target. You’re an Echo now." I pulled the black shirt over my uniform, the fabric heavy and rough against my skin. As I looked in a small, cracked mirror hanging on the wall, I barely recognized myself. My eyes looked different sharper, less afraid. "What's the first step?" I asked. Leo walked over to a large digital screen on the far wall. It flickered to life, showing a live feed of the city center. It was night now, and Oakhaven looked like

I lost my sanity instantly and turned to look everywhere in a panic. “Where? Who? I exclaimed scared.” “That car over there seems very suspicious to me.” We both looked back and I could see that he was referring to a black car with tinted windows that was parked a short distance away. Who was there? When that person was discovered, he started the car and quickly drove away. I wanted to see his license plate number, but he didn't have one. “How long have he been there?” My voice sounded different due to my nervousness. “Just a few minutes, but he was driving too slow. Have you seen that vehicle before?”