Black Zetsu Novels & Stories

Aki and Temujin nodded grimly. “Who else is there?” Temujin asked. “Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.”

New rich. I follow my lovely partner who sits in a small table in the corner. “On your right.” I hear him mumble with a low voice. I turn and search between five men sitting together until I spot a familiar face. Akiyama Tatsuki. The waiter approaches our table and asks, “Would you like to order drinks?” The Black Tiger points to a drink on the menu card and the waiter stares at me shyly, “Hum, just coke for me. If you have it of course.” I chuckle awkwardly.

IMOGEN’s POV. Everything was so overwhelming for me that the moment I step out of Derrick’s room, I can already hear the howls of some wolf in the distance, I am guessing things went as planned. Still in my revirie of thought, I make my way towards the large stairs when someone calls my name from behind and i turn to see Zeth coming behind me. He doesn’t look pleased at all and I can feel anger and rage emanating from his being. Dressed in a pair of white long robe and his hair pulled back in a neat bun, Zeth looks like he is about to devour me or even send my whole being into oblivion.

Lucas glanced at the zombies on the ground that had lost all ability to fight. He took out all the zombie crystals of the mutant zombies. "Blackie." Lucas threw the hundreds of zombie crystals to Blackie. Blackie's eyes sparked as he quickly ate them. Once Blackie was done eating, Lucas looked up its attributes: "Blackie: Sky Canine." "Attribute: Strength." "Bloodline: Mythical Beast." "Rank: Rank 5 (Lightning)." "Skill: Devour." Lucas closed the window displaying Blackie’s attributes and looked at the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies. He had thought of naming them earlier; he would call them the 18 Sharp-Clawed Zombies with Metallic Armor.

However, Keil continued with his report with his head bowed and in a clear voice said “with the exception of the Guardian of the Treasury, Azrael, the Guardian of the royal chapel, Isabell Bathory, the Guardian of the clock tower, Charlotte Blackwood, and the Guardian of the gardens, Qetzal Coatl. We, his generals, have come to kneel ... as the Master ordered. All of us would walk through hell or tear down the bars of heaven without hesitation for you. Facing the six bowed heads, Zark seemed unable to say a word. He felt that abnormal pressure was covering this scene. He did not know what to do. This was the kind of scene that probably happened once in a lifetime. Zark's mind went into chaos

The white snow in the valley turned a deep purple as their life essence began to be sucked into the ground, flowing toward the feet of the silver-haired woman at the cliff's edge. "Zane! Activate the static traps on the outer perimeter now!" Seth barked, his silver axe spinning through the air, severing three undead hands attempting to crawl up the pavilion stairs. Zane wasted no time. He slammed both palms onto the stone ground, releasing all his remaining golden static energy into the modified Zunter trap network. BZZZZZZT!

Hazel shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her curiosity now growing, urging her to dig deeper for answers. "Well, if it was a worldly introduction," he mused, "I would have approached it differently. But now that you're acquainted with our existence..." He paused, allowing his gaze to stay on her as if weighing her reaction. "I am Zain Black, son of James and Jenna Black, leaders of the Red Moon Pack." he declared, leaving no room for doubt. "You have met my family, and soon you will get to know about my pack.”

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.

She never judges me. “Hey Sam…” Before I can finish my sentence, the back door opens and in walks Z. As always, he is dressed in all black. Tonight he has add a black cloak with a hood, black boots, silver chain and his usual spike protrudes from under his lip. “Hey Love!” Z wraps his arms around me and catches me in the neck with his spike. “Ouch, you got me!” “Oh shit, I’m sorry Ash!” “It’s…..okay”

Zayn took a glance at Romel nonchalantly then chased after the Black Mamba. The Black Mamba utilized his secret technique that increased his power to 150% which would also exhaust his body completely. He would only recover with a few months of recuperation, but he could no longer care about this anymore at this point. He simply wanted to live. “You won’t be able to run away.” He had already run out of the ring and was charging toward the exit when he heard Zayn’s voice. He was scared out of his wits.