Black Zenitsu Novels & Stories

he fantasized. Suddenly, Zenith's assistant interrupted his thoughts. "Boss, boss, boss!" he called out, trying to get his attention. Zenith was disappointed to see his assistant's face instead of the woman's face from his daydream. "What are you doing in my office?" he asked. "You should have allowed me to kiss her first!" Zenith muttered to himself. "It's time to go home," Titus, his assistant, said innocently. "Don't tell me you woke me up just so that I can go home?" Zenith asked.

ROSITA LAUREN’S POV “What do you mean about that?” Master almost looked like he was glaring at me and now he really does not look like Zenitsu. He’s like the mature version of himself, only thinking about his career and being ready for what is bound to happen in his life. “Master, Zenitsu is very high-spirited when it comes to stuff that he wants, but he also lacks confidence as he always runs away from trouble or danger, mostly that is what makes up his personality,” I told him.

Zen said calmly and carefully as he knew his boss's niece is not someone anyone could trifle with "Hmph, learn your places, cross my path again, and I'll gladly make you disappear," He coldly stated and went to Dr. Zen's side. "I'm sorry about this incident," Dr. Zen said calmly as he noticed his boss's niece started walking away. "Dr. Zen, who is that guy? How can he waltz in here?" An employee asked curiously "He is the boss's niece," Dr. Zen said while looking at Midnight's figure fading away towards the shadow. "He's Midnight Hidalgo," said Dr. Zithea, who appeared out of nowhere. To be continued

-I really…dislike this demon- "Well, whatever your opinion, is it possible to remove the alchemy?" "Possible? Yes, by you or them, no. The only person who can dilute the effects is Daisy." he smiled, "So your time to use it to your advantage is very minimal, but whatever...the next question...was..." -Daisy...- “Let’s see, who am I? I am a demon level mage, Artimus Zentsuji Mosaic. Call me Zen.”

I could also sense their indirect stares at me, which I pretend I didn't notice. "You want to talk to them Zen?" I asked out of the blue. They must probably be thinking where on earth I found this mercenary, who was very skilled. Zen turned towards me and gave me a death glare. “No.” Tch… This is really a killjoy. Can't take a joke and seems to have been born with a grudge. He didn't even go with my trip and then he was going to be blocked. The one who will handle most of the bandits is naturally Zen. He may not have killed many of the bandits. However, he has no problem with cutting off a limb or leaving them with a deep scar. Not only that, he did it at an incredible speed.

he yelled as Zen, sliding down the banister—because of course, he was—with a sword in his hand cackling madly landed where she stood, as she dived and took cover, crashing hard into one other person and taking him down with her. "O-O-Oi…" she huffed her hand shook as she pointed at him warily. Someone groaned and gently pushed Fiona off of themselves, stood up, and then cursed in a language no one understood, the translation spell obviously not working against it. "Calling me a 'Shit-face' in Dovahzul is ridiculously cool of you", Rinzen said grinning at a man with one green eye one purple eye, and his face largely obscured by the shaggy yet well-groomed beard he sported. He was shorter than

He looked just like me “I’m Zenya. Your brother.” And the fucking bloody grin on his face just spreads wider like he’s waited years to ruin me.

Kai nods to Jessie and whispers back, “Benny’s a Dragon-Shifter, sometimes his scales show a bit.” She nods, “But he’s okay, just a bit angry at the moment, there’s a guy hanging around that Eliza is trying to get rid of. Benny is helping her out.” Jessie nods sagely, “A black hat.” Kai blinks and looks up at Eliza, who smiles and explains,

His snow-white locks floated around him, weightless. Unlike Atlas, he was lean, his presence carrying an unmistakable regal aura. He stepped forward, jet-black eyes locking onto Zen with a gaze heavy with mysterious intent. A flicker of cold dread crossed Zen's features upon seeing him. "Aurileus," he whispered, his composure faltering. Aurileus responded with a ball of fire, hurling it toward him. The force lifted Zen off the ground, suspending him midair for a second before slamming him back onto the floor with a thunderous thud. The ground vibrated with the impact. Zen groaned in pain.

Zen shrugged, putting the papers away, smirking at him. "I might be soon..." He muttered. "I can see the darkness of one’s heart. At least you indulge in your power. Mine only drains me, to witness their grievance, their anguish, regret, it drives me insane. It would be a matter of time when I might end up joining your side." He laughed emptily, understanding he must be feeling to possess a power he cannot control nor intended to gain. Tristan didn't want to be a beast as he hates destruction nor Zen wants to know people's feelings because he is already a sensitive soul.