Black Sasuke Novels & Stories

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.

Andrew was about to respond *again* when Axel interrupted. "Five minutes," he said, turning back toward the corridor that led to the conference room. Everyone in the office couldn’t help but stare. Who wouldn’t? There was literally another Sasuke, all dressed in black, except this one had chestnut hair and ridiculously gorgeous hazel eyes, just walking in their workplace like he owned the place. If only they knew that this "handsome god" was actually a devil, quietly plotting chaos while looking fabulous.

I will remember this. The sentinels were so happy that they approached Sushi but they couldn't get too close because they were still afraid of Sushi. He is a necromancer after all. So I ran to Sushi and hugged him. His black fur is soft as I hug him. "You're amazing." Congratulations to Sushi. I've only seen Sushi fight like this. He's deadly. It was thee who is not commanded, my own mistress. Without your command, I cannot function.

His father Mimi greeted with a big hug, his teacher Yatagarasu, who seemed to smile darkly, he was a gloomy man. Yatagarasu is a tall, slender, muscular man, with dark eyes that look evil and sinister, with long, black hair, straight and looking like it was sprinkled with oil, his thin chin and angular face, he was a superb and majestic form, he exuded danger, in addition to always wearing long, black robes, with a fluttering black cape, which made him show a supernatural air, his voice deep and serious, he walked as if he were a dark and cold bat.

I say, looking around for a real challenge. “You. What’s your name?” I ask the warrior who has the lean, ropey muscles of someone who is usually underestimated. “I’m Silas, Luna,” he says. “Step forward Silas,” I say. “Okay. This is a demonstration. I’m not sure how this entire pack seems to be unaware of what a Guardian is or what it means to be one, but I’m about to send you to school so you can find out.” “Reagan,” Kieran says. “You can’t fight five at once.”

Clicking the mouse, Silas began to scroll through the footage, searching for the moment that Melanie’s attacker appeared and killed off our only lead towards where Stacy or Hana could have possibly gone. "There!" I announced, pointing to a small figure that made its way down the dungeon’s hall and stopped in front of Melanie’s cell. "But who is it?" Leaning forward, I tried to find something that might give an idea of who the person was since they were wrapped tightly in a black robe. Remaining quiet, Silas began to zoom in on the scene in front of us until finally I could make out a few wisps of blonde hair that shot out of the hood. Once again, I felt a wave of both shock and fear begin to

Although they didn't mind, a certain guy with dark blue hair, turned sour after seeing how his friends were ignored. This just hardens his resolve to exact revenge. Mr. Black took a glance at his adopted niece. Worry could be seen on his face, but he didn't say a word. All the SSS teams have their own personal headquarters sponsored by XYS itself. They can choose whether it is a mansion, suite, house, or a place they personally requested based on their own preference.

Su Yeon asked in a hushed voice. “Yes boss, he is the mortal enemy of Director Kim, the leader of Black Jack.” ‘Director Kim’s mortal enemy?’ Su Yeon was stunned.

He has his hands in his pockets and is dressed in an immaculate suit which no doubt costs a pretty penny. “Itsuki, a pleasure to finally meet you,” I say with an outstretched hand. He walks over to me and shakes it, all while looking me dead in the eye. But then something odd happens - his eyes turn completely black for a split second before they switch back to their dark brown. In that split second, an image gets burned into my mind: a short, shriveled-up old man with an elongated head wearing a silken robe - behind him stood terrifying creatures.

But nothing beats the intimidating appearance of the leader of Nidhogg himself, Rei Shibasaki. The man’s white hair fell down to the nape of his neck, and it was obvious that he had shaved regularly, as there wasn’t a single sign of facial hair growing on his face. Rei Shibasaki was dressed in a smart black and white suit with black leather shoes. All in all, he had the appearance of a strict, no-nonsense businessman, but Ren knew better. “I’m surprised that you want to meet me.” Ren snorted.