Black With Story Novels & Stories

Three men burst into the room, dressed in black from head to toe, their silhouettes standing out like menacing shadows in the dim light. One of them, more imposing than the others, stood straight as a blade. He wore a black mask that revealed only his eyes—cold, implacable. Raphina, half-lying on the bed, jumped at the noise. His heart began to race, his brain unable to process what was happening. He didn't even have time to open his mouth before one of the men lunged at him.

Love such a wonderful emotion which can fill ones life with colorful dreams but at the same if it's not valued it can haunt you till eternity. _________ CAST & CREW Alexander Black an 26 year old arrogant ruthless billionaire heir whose ways of dealing with his enemies will make them fear him even in their next birth. He is the dream man of every girl with 6.3 feet tall and muscular well built body with the looks of Greek god. He is the CEO of Blacks Business Empire for the outside world he is a ruthless business man but no one can imagine the power he hold with his strong connections with various mafia leaders and politicians across the world.

She placed her head into his black fur. They went plunging into the empty dark hole of the waterfall's cliff. "King Austin!" shouted Grump. "What happened?" asked Prince Brayden, waking up from his passing out. "They fell into to the Black Water." "What? What does that mean?" "It's a death place. A place where no one have ever escape from before.” “What?” “Legend says once fallen, no one can ever get out." King Leonardo gasped in shocked and fear. He didn't know such a place existed before. This is the first time he have ever heard of it.

"You put the books there on purpose and asked me to clean your library so that I would be able to find out about my ability." "Your ability is considered cursed because of its enormous power. The tales told that the ability paints its possessor black because the past wielders were tainted and devoured by the power of Nyx. Are you scared now?" asked Doctor Rigorius. "I'm not the kind of person that would get blinded by power and be its slave. I am not afraid because I believe in myself and if ever the tales are true, I'll prove them wrong by using my ability for good. I know, it sounds ideal but I will do what I know is just."

The end. I had officially done what I’d wanted to do… I’d told Black Crimson’s story. I mean, I hadn’t gotten on the editing team for it, but hey, that could come later. I mean, if I could track down the most elusive artist around town, I knew I could do anything.

The Black Wolf was born from shadows and shaped by moonlight, but it always beat with the pulse of love, sacrifice, and resilience. Thank you for walking beside Vireya, through pain, through wonder, through storms and stars. This is not just the end of a story. It’s the echo of a legacy, the warmth of a reunion, and the reminder that even in the darkest forests, love finds its way home. There are more stories waiting just beyond the horizon, magical, bold, and unforgettable.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Timothy stiffened, every muscle locking as the man-to-man contact sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity straight down his spine. Gideon’s other arm snaked around Timothy’s waist, hauling him flush against a chest that felt like a slab of granite. "Listen close, ghost. I don't do bullshit. And I definitely don't do 'no' when I've already paid the bill." "I don't belong to the Blackwells," Timothy hissed, his breath hitching as Gideon’s scent—tobacco and expensive leather—swamped his senses. "You'll be a riot to break," Kan chimed in, stepping closer.

He stepped forward, boots pressing into the earth with a crunch that echoed louder than it should. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he said, his tone carrying weight, like he was on stage, waiting for applause. “My name is Vincent Grey. The bastard son of a lycan.” His lips curved sharper, almost mocking. “Of course, you could call me Vincent Black. But I prefer Grey. Because when you mix white and black together…” His smile stretched cruelly. “…you get grey.”

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.