Darker Than Black Hei Novels & Stories

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

Physically she’s here, but mentally, who knows where she is? “I thought she’d last longer. The crazy ones aren’t usually so easy to crack,” comes a voice to my left. I look over as a familiar ebony face walks over to me, sipping what smells like whiskey. With the dim lighting in this room, it takes me a second to realise he’s taken his headpiece off, that’s how dark his skin is. Skin darker than night and looking softer than satin. His natural black hair dyed silver and braided. The moment he smiles, his teeth almost light up the room.

Harris flashed a grin and replied, "But, werewolf, what exactly were you going on about? How is it possible to become friends with a werewolf? They look like wild animals, don't they?" As soon as he mentioned Blacky, Elevena's disposition immediately improved, and she responded with excitement, "However, this is not the case. Blacky is not like this at all. Blacky is the name I give him due to his stunning all-black appearance and reddish-hazel eyes." Harris furrowed his brows and nodded while looking at Angelina and Peter, both of whom avoided making eye contact with him. Harris was aware of the person she was referring to. It was obvious that she was referring to Damon because no other Alp

When іt’ѕ nоt dulled bу аlсоhоl оr ѕоftеnеd by dаrknеѕѕ, іt fееlѕ ѕо muсh mоrе rеаl. Hе lооkѕ at me wіth аn аbѕurdlу ѕаtіѕfіеd look оn his fасе. He muѕt bе рlеаѕеd I’m here аt hіѕ mercy. Thіѕ is ѕо different frоm Blаkе.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

“What's your favorite color?” “Are you joking right now?” He looked at me with disbelief but I just shook my head. He turned to signal for the driver to drive off and without turning back to me, he replied. “Black.” Of course it is. Everything about him screamed dark and mysterious. “Black? Why?” I asked, leaning forward to have a better view of him. His eyes met mine, stabbing me straight through the heart with just a glance. “Because that's how my life has been for a while now.”

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.

Selena had likened himself to a horned beetle and was shaking his head again, his gaze asking why. "Am I black?" asked Damian as he furrowed his brow. No, Damian's skin was actually quite exotic. His skin was tan. "No, it's just striking. The horned beetle has a fierce and fierce look. Its jet black color makes it that way. Also, the color makes him look very strong, have a firm stance, not easily swayed," Selena explained. Damian raised his eyebrows, he still couldn't believe what he was hearing from Selena. Still not understanding what Selena meant.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

Pitch-black. The sky was almost pitch-black if it were not for the startling flashes and instantaneous streaks from the bolts of lightning that crack the eerie dark. Flickers of light revealed the foggy visibility brought by the heavy downpour of rain which seemed to know no respite. Drops of rain were like pellets showering the roof with percussion. The night was conquered with unrest as the howling wind cut through the towering trees in gusts, and with its rush, the thunder roared in resonance. Violent.