Black Zenitsu Novels & Stories

I try to calm him, I give Derik a look “You could’ve at least given a warning.” “And warn that devil spawn?” He growls, his eyes narrowed above I follow his gaze to find the source. Zen’s hanging from one of the lower branches by a single hand. He’s dressed in all black. A dark, close fitting shirt, riding pants and calf length leather boots. He must be wearing a cloak similar to Lukas, since the hood is pulled over his head. He looks like a part of darkness itself, if not for the piercing silver eyes that look back down coolly.

Suddenly, a disdainful voice entered everyone's ears. Everyone in the inn was stunned. They couldn't believe that someone would dare to utter such words. They wondered whether the speaker wasn't afraid of death. Immediately, the ones inside the Dragonite Inn looked over in the direction of the voice. They were all shocked. "It is Alex Zen!" Alex Zen was the Young Master of the Thunder Mountain in Black Land! Everyone inside the inn was horrified. Lucas' smooth and delicate face naturally didn't have the slightest change. He didn't anyone named Alex Zen. He only knew that if Alex Zen was to provoke him, there would be only one ending for him, that was, death!

Gavin said. actually when Gavin said that Isekai was dead, Yinito who has been struggling ever since she saw Isekai on the table stopped, she became completely calm. ever since they where captured she has always fought back even though they placed something like a bracelet on her stopping her power. she has been so stubborn and has tried escaping more than once but now she was very calm as tears found their way out of her eye. though Yinito has always been stubborn and unyielding ever since Takamatusu picked her but right now she was very calm as she watched Isekai's lifeless body being carried out, she was seeing nobody else except Isekai's lifeless body.

He gestured with his hand, creating a projector like screen in front of them and pulled up a picture of Steven , sitting on the sofa with Jordon. Sebestian stared at the picture of a pitiful looking vampire, silently watching as Allen started pulling picture after picture up of miserable, ill-looking B-Class, describing what he was seeing as he stared at the screen. He forgot about his drink as he watched the gallery of misery roll before his eyes.