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The food here is surprisingly better than what I used to eat in the faculty’s cafeteria. I hear them talk about their favourite show together while I eat my breakfast silently. Then, I turn my head and spot him sitting in a corner. The Black Tiger is alone in his table, peacefully reading a book while drinking his coffee. He isn’t wearing his leather uniform, this time he’s opting for a long-sleeved black sweater, ripped trousers and a black cap. I wonder how he could wear long sleeves while it’s hot. As expected, he isn’t talking to anyone. He’s living in his world, ignoring every existence.

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

Presumably everyone should stay away from me for the next half hour. Hopeless fights. Pah. I pressed my lips together as I wound my way between the cars to the other side of the street. If he didn't want to fight hopeless fights, what was he doing here? The hunt for proles was arguably the most hopeless fight there would ever be. Sure, we could contain the plague by trying to keep it at bay, but I doubted humanity could ever defeat it. The job eats you up. If you don't pull the brakes in time, he'll break you.

Their smell gave them away. "Humans" grunted at me. How could they have? Asra sighed. "I was hoping so." I nodded and without thinking twice, I made my blades emerge from the darkness. How long had it been since I last got into combat? Maybe I was a little rusty, but it would certainly be enough to deal with those humans, after all, I was still the great black king and had that title for a reason. My body was shrouded in shadows and my eyes shone in a rosy hue, it meant only one thing: my enemies would become empty corpses.

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

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He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

Looking through the dresses, Olive had yet to see anyone that struck her fancy. They had fun regardless, trying on dresses, taking pictures and being goofy. Olive was a little grateful that thanks to Chelsea's dad and his beautiful black credit card as well as her mother's reputation as one of the richest shopaholics in town, the staff let them do whatever they wanted and only requested that they be careful with the clothes so as not to ruin them.

he points at her with his chin, expressionless, “didn't you want to join our group? There is the proof.” I swallow a bitter breath when I reach for it and study it, without a doubt it is the same bracelet that the Zanni subjects had. “Why black?” “I really don't know.” He dives into the pages of his new book of the week and surprisingly it is not the one he read yesterday. Had I already finished it? For sure yes. His title was somewhat ironic; The Darkest Book of Cheap Poetry.