Darker Than Black Hei Novels & Stories

5 feet. Dressed entirely in black, his clothing seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows of the surrounding woods, emphasizing the striking contrast of his electric blue hair that stood out like a beacon in the dim light. His eyes, devoid of any white, were as black as the darkest night, reflecting an intensity that seemed to penetrate to the very core of their beings.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

a deep voice spoke near me, almost making me drop the dress on the floor. I squinted my eyes at the figure in front of me. He was at least six foot five with shoulder-length hair that was pitch black and shiny. His eyes were almost black with a reddish hue to them. I've seen eyes like that before. They looked dark and soulless. Not to mention he was extremely pale. "Yeah...well...I like black more," I said. He was starting to make me uncomfortable with his lingering stares. "Red is my favorite color. It reminds me of blood," he said.

I can see them begging for me, kissing my shoe, and treating me as their master. - - - Third Person's POV Rhea is smiling secretly while she is doing her disguise. She puts black contact lens and a black wig. She also hide her freckles on her face. She made her eyes smaller. She looks at herself in the mirror. "Wow. You really look an Asian and not an American anymore" Dwyane said. "But you are still beautiful." "Thank you. You are also," Rhea said. Dwyane also changes himself. He does some make-ups to make himself look as an Asian. His blonde hair became black. He made his tummy bigger than usual so that he will look very differently from his true appearance.

Godric wondered, as Louis often scribbled on his sleepwear. Amon's nudity wasn't the only thing Godric had to see, however. Louis had taken a few steps from the bed and began to undress in front of the two blue-haired men. As the covers fell, he began to tell about Gehenna, which might distract Godric a little, but not entirely. He tried to avert his gaze and hoped Louis would wear something else, even though he knew his hopes would not be fulfilled. Not from Louis, who was sleeping naked at Godric's. “Gehenna is a dark place. The sky is not as disgustingly bright as it is here, so that one is blinded after getting up. There is no sun like in Assiah. The sky of Gehenna is mostly covered with

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

Alpha Emerald Black "Alpha black, are we going to do nothing and watch bunch of asshole destroy our allies why we do nothing in return. “Ethan said in disappointment as he scratched the beard. He those that a lot when he feels irritated about something. I don't know why he was being so dramatic, he should be happy it wasn't our pack that is been destroyed, and harmed.

Like a king marked personally by some kind of entity. His skin carried the deep golden-tan shade of someone born beneath relentless sunlight, sharply contrasting against the dark black hair falling around his face. Unlike Ael’s colder elegance, Zahir looked wild. Brutal. There was nothing soft or refined about him. Even standing still, he radiated overwhelming physical power.

So he gave me a big zero. Hearing their conversation, I almost fainted. After living so many years, the first person to give me such high praise turned out to be an Aesir. But the Aesir do indeed prefer a cold temperament—what Shia calls reserved passion. And to them, black is the most noble color; black hair and black eyes hold an absolutely unshakable status. Suddenly I thought of the man I had seen earlier. When I turned back to look at the riverbank, the place where he had been standing was already empty.

His eyes, already dark with rage, turn pitch black—the eyes of a wolf who has lost everything and has nothing left to lose. But it's his fur that steals the breath from my lungs. Black. Not the dark brown of a common wolf, not the grey of age or the silver of moonlight. Pure, absolute black just like my Damain wolf—the color of a moonless night, the color of the void between stars. It ripples across his body like liquid shadow, absorbing the torchlight, making him appear less like a living creature and more like a hole in the world. I've heard stories of Gracia's wolf from Damain.