Black Zetsu Novels & Stories

He raised it in a provocative manner even though he was so scared Hisoka summoned his pistol and Smile unsheathed his short sword. All weapons in sight, their eyes fixated on Black Shadow in a frenzied state. No one could win against her using their own attribute. Using his mental ability, he could disable their power instantly. That also included Zombie – yet another member of SQE. She wasn’t an actual zombie as she has a functional brain although she had no pain receptors. Black Shadow unleashed the dagger and bent his knees. “Let’s go.” Without delay, two of them lunged at him at once.

“After they have all fallen, the entire Genesis World will be mine. By then, I will gather my strength to destroy the Skynet and the darn Forladtt Land. Tai Chi will give me the Golden Body. Then, I can enter the Drevarius Rank, hahahaha!” However, as he was laughing, a shadow appeared behind him. In the blink of an eye, following three strikes, Hetsema, who was laughing, flew away. With a loud crash, he collided against the thick wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood. Hetsema looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief. In his initial spot, a mysterious powerhouse in a black robe appeared. His face couldn’t be seen. Black-and-white light circled him. It was as if a War God had descended.

As they looked up the stairs at us, their stern faces quickly turned puzzled. Well Zeke did, Briss flickered and returned to his statue-like zen state of unflappability, but he did paused for a second. Then he began casually lighting the other torches in the space, as if he wasn’t covered in deep, ragged claw marks up and down his back. Each Beta wore a pair of black sweatpants, their chiselled torsos covered in blood. Zeke’s wounds are severe, including a nasty gash across his chest that is open, oozing thick rivers of red in between the muscles of his abdomen.

All I knew was I was running, and I was doing it as fast as possible…well, until I bumped into something as hard as a wall. “Easy…” The voice came in, and a hand surged forward, grabbing my arms and holding me still from falling. My breath hitched slightly, and I cast a glance, but in that brief moment of confirmation, all the air in my lungs vanished, and I froze. I had been too broken to play the voice in my head, but thinking about it now, he sounded as hot as he looked. Zaydeen Black of the Blacktorn stood at a reckless 6’4”, towering above me with a fucking six-inch advantage. He was dressed in a cosmic night suit, yet it hugged his figure so well my inner self churned from the sight.

I flew across the deck, hitting the stone so hard the world went grey for a second. "Zora!" Dante was moving now, his movements slow and agonizing. He crawled toward me, his "Dormant" status finally catching up to him. "The child is coming with us, Zora," Julian said, stepping toward Zora-Aethel. He pulled out a silver "Null-Stasis" cuff. "She’s the only one who can stabilize the White-Wolf’s frequency. Without her, he’ll burn out the continent. With her... he becomes eternal."

Then, the black magician again stretched out his right hand and began to reveal thick black smoke that suddenly spread around Zeno's body. "Unlucky!" In the mind of Zeno who seemed to be looking around, the man really couldn't see anything. The man's vision was covered with black mist. Until suddenly Zeno felt someone kick him from behind. Causing the man to stumble forward, nearly falling off balance, the kick he received was powerful. "Tch!" Zeno sighed in distaste. Inside Zeno, he was annoyed. Then, again the man received a sudden attack from behind. Zeno's short hair was grabbed by someone so that he almost knocked him down, but Zeno tried to keep his balance.

a voice purred beside me. I turned, and there he was, Zeke. His smile was easy, like he belonged in a teen drama. He wore all black, his sleeves were rolled up, tattoos peeking under his cuffs, and his tousled hair falling over his face. He was so hot, the kind of hot that made you forget your name for a second. “You came,” he said, holding out a cup. I took it like I didn’t give a care in the world. “You promised no jerks.”

“But I don’t think she’s capable of murder. Or supporting an attack like that. Regardless… I’m not taking any chances. Not while my mate—my mate, Franco and his cousin are still in captivity.” I felt my wolf stir under my skin. Agitated. Restless. Hungry for blood and justice. Then, after a moment, Franco spoke again, gentler this time. “What’s a Zeta, Devon? How does that… work?” I turned to him. “A Zeta isn’t just any wolf,” I said slowly. “They’re… they’re the sword. The shield. The whisper in the dark before war erupts. They’re the last defence between the Pack and annihilation. Zetas answer to no one except the Alpha.”

It is very difficult and time-consuming to get out without an excuse. Eta wolf Suzette has deep green eyes in her werewolf form and has blonde hair with a little black hair on the side of her head and a streak down the right side of it. It is always neatly brushed up, although in all fairness, it looks like a bird's nest. As an assassin of the Gravefur Pack, she always wears black and covers her face with a black hoodie. Ace Denzell of Dark Shadow Coven and Eta wolf Suzette of Gravefur Pack, despite being Moroi and Werewolf, they both loved each other very much.

In my annoyance, I screamed, and that scream spread all around, and the force of it caused the enemies to jump and cause them to fall. I went down holding my sword, then I looked at Zian. “I know you are also a witch, and I know you use black magic,” I said, and he didn’t say anything and just looked at me evilly. I noticed something strange behind him, and that’s when I realized the black power was from Zerberus, and maybe he had something to do with how Zian could use it. But I remembered what Zaibrel had said to me. I need to resurrect him as an angel in exchange for the white gem I have. I can’t forget my promise, and I can’t abandon that mission.