Black Spy Vs White Spy Novels & Stories

Black like Ren. Ren was black. So black that if it weren’t for the light of the moon, I’m not sure I would be able to find him by sight. It was like a type of shield for camouflage fit for the perfect warrior wolf. I realize in my perusal that he was black almost all over, except the tips of his ears matched the brown in Nate, and there were little specs of white on his chest. White patching Nate’s paws. White like Nessa’s white. Like me.

Bia really was the right person to take care of Bian. Two sets of eyes with completely different colors locked onto each other: deep black and clear brown. Though the colors were vastly different, they held the exact same spark, reflecting each other's faces. It was a simple gaze, devoid of any attempt to convey a specific message. They had merely caught each other looking, yet both owners of those contrasting eyes felt as though they were compelled to stand still and soak in the gaze offered by the other.

The two spies got to their feet, drew their swords, and swung at Kayana. Steel met steel. Mang Damar smiled watching Kayana’s skill. She was the best student at the White Eagle martial arts school. She and Sajani were already famous as the Pair of White Eagle Swordsmen. In combat their teamwork was perfect, each covering the other. On the battlefield those two fighters were feared enough that enemies coined the name “Pair of White Eagles.” “Even if we die, we won’t tell you anything! Hyat!” the shorter one shouted, then lunged at Kayana.

He could only pray that White Wraith might succeed in escaping! But then… Before Black Wraith could receive an answer about Liam's speed, he experienced it firsthand! Suddenly, Liam moved. For Black Wraith, who was being held in Liam's hand, the world spun wildly. By the time he regained his senses, he froze. Because they were now beside White Wraith. Black Wraith could clearly see the same stunned expression on White Wraith's face—a look identical to his own moments ago, but even more exaggerated! Meanwhile, White Wraith was drenched in cold sweat, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Beneath this tree, an ant nest the size of a soccer ball was teeming with ants pouring out, but these ants were clearly not of the same kind as Sparta and his group. They were termites! In recent days, Ethan Brooks had encountered other ants, but unfortunately, he only had a psychic connection with Sparta's nest, or rather, this species. The others were unrelated to him, with questionable intelligence and abilities. At this moment, the black ants were forming a defense line on the ground, continuously killing the termites before them. In terms of individual combat ability, the black ants were completely victorious.

Loading... Astolfo formed his lips into a thin line as he waited for Blanche to answer. But just like the time where he decided to stay on the docks when everybody leaves, because of the note he gave to her, he's looking more ecstatic opposite to what Doe and Bon felt. It was supposed to be a black operation -a clandestine operation that only the three of them knew. It's not like they're rebelling against the organization, but that's close to it rather than any other explanation. Bon has a half-brother named Noir and they both entered the organization without making any noise, their successes screamed for them and they easily promoted on being specials.

“You have something to tell me, Harlon?” “Nope. You’re in because you’re in. Not because of my daughter.” The cryptic message was easily understood. Dad wanted the bear shifters to join the war against the hunters, but they were hesitant. “It makes a difference.” “Why?” I asked. “Tips the scales. Whoever possesses the white wolf is fated to win.” Boomer looked at me skeptically. “You have ebony hair.” “Yes.” “The opposite of white. The color of our hair matches our fur.” I hadn’t thought about the correlation, but he was right. Even the grey wolves had similar colors in human hair.

Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits." "Wait wait....black Spirits. " Altar said " I've only heared stories about Black Spirits. Spirits made of raw Dark Energy....i only thought those were myths" "Im as real as they come" Diego said," Theres one living inside of me. Last night you saw only a glimpse of what they can do. The thought of it is terrifying. Dorian wants my power. He wants to extract it from me and into himself so he can rule Beaunotique."

I didn’t hesitate. My fingers reached instinctively for the weapon strapped to my thigh. I pulled free the Soulspike dagger, its gold blade humming faintly. Nyra froze. Her eyes widened in horror. I saw it, the instant she recognized the weapon, the way fear bled into her face. Her breath hitched, her fury faltering. I slowly rose from the floor, blood trickling from my shoulder, but my grip on the dagger didn’t waver. “You know what this is, don’t you?” I said, my voice trembling with exhaustion and power. “The Soulspike dagger. One strike, and it sends a demon like you straight into the bottomless abyss.”

He will follow his alpha’s command, even if his heart doesn’t want to. He let a moment pass by. “That’s the thing, Serena. We don’t have to be enemies.” I peeked at him with a frown. He shook his head. “I’ve been thinking.” Well, damn. This is not good because Viggo and Spade are polar opposites. Spade is calm, a little insane, but he is always the reasonable one. Viggo, on the other hand, is impulsive. He throws fists before asking questions, but he is street smart. He becomes a different person when he uses his mind.