Darker Than Black Hei 소설 & 이야기

"What if I'm not ready? What if tomorrow night I freeze up or make the wrong choice?" He was quiet for a long moment, studying my face in the moonlight, then he shook his head, “I don’t think you could if you tried, besides, my wolf has noticed something powerful in your wolf, explains the multiple mates if anything. Besides, your Alpha bloodline was unique. Most Alpha lines have black or dark grey wolves, whereas the Blackthorne line was known for white or golden wolves. If they need proof, they’ll get it tomorrow.” His words sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the cool night air. A white or golden wolf, I tried to imagine what that would look like, what it would feel like

“Correction. We all don't age like Zachary Blackwood. The man is pushing forty like thirty. I think we just found the world's coldest, hottest and most black wearing vampire.” I burst into another fit of laughter. “I'm serious. I've never seen a person wear more black than that husband of yours. At least he wears it fashionably—with a lot of style.” “You're right though.” There was that mischievous glint again. “How soon do you think till he starts spotting a grey in those midnight locks of his?” I rolled my eyes and focused on the caterer’s proposal. “Can we be serious?” She humphed. “What a killjoy!”

He was enjoying the moment, he prayed silently to make the time long because he was comfortable and happy. "Well black shows strength" he smiled at her. "How?" Her eyes widened while she nibbled her lips. "Because when everything is dark, you fight your way to the light. It shows the strength of not giving up. Even in the dark, your shadow leaves you, it remains only you." He shrugged his should. "Woah" she beamed excitedly while jumping up and down. "This is the first time I'm hearing that but I think blue is the best" she scoffed dramatically.

'I love surprises! 'Then be a good girl and wait,' I tapped my foot and waited for what seemed like forever before I finally felt his hands on my shoulders. 'Do you know why I chose a black horse and you white?' 'Pretty sure I chose it myself,' 'Her,' he corrected. 'I knew you would go for the bright one because that is what you are, a bright light. Black is dark, like the night. The rubbish I'm trying to explain is that you are the light in my dark world, the crazy color… God, I'm saying rubbish again.'

“She said to bring the black one.” “I did,” I replied, trying not to laugh. “But sweetheart, none of these are black.” She looked down at them again. “I know. But they look black,” she muttered defensively. “They do not look Black,” Dante corrected gently, walking to where she was and crouching down to her level. “This one is a dark shade of blue. This one is brown. This isn't black; it doesn't even look close to it. And this one…” he picked up the fallen bag, “is definitely not black.”

“What was that? Is that another horse ?” Levi hesitates. “Um… yeah.” I follow the sound, leaving Levi behind. Inside another stall, a darker stall. It’s almost hard to see it at first because of how dark it is. It’s a black horse. Not just dark but black in a way that seems to eat up the light around it. Long mane, thick, falling over its neck. Way taller than Freya.. “Holy shit.” I curse. “What’s his name?” I glance back at Levi.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

I replied and poured the juice for both of us "I see you are a huge fan of black and dark purple" she sipped the juice gracefully and I couldn't help but stare at the movement of her lips..... I cursed deeply at the lustful thought going through my mind. I had dumped that attitude a long time ago "Black is the best...." I said "Black is wicked" she muttered "At least it's not sad....." "I prefer brighter colors, white, lemon, pink, sky blue, orange and even yellow" she said with a straight face

Henri complained as Tia stood opposite him. Tia was very much in love with wearing black outfits for their dates… It was her favorite color. "My Lord, before you met me, Black has always been my color and code… it's my favorite and just letting go of it won't be that easy. It's as if you are telling a monkey to stop eating bananas but your majesty, I would see to changing it, as I would now go for brown and become 'miss brownie' and no longer 'miss black'," Tia said and winked with a cute smile.

Each word Jonea spoke pulled my thoughts into darker places. Swallowing hard, I said softly, “Jonea, I’m worried. The black mark on his forehead might be more dangerous than the red ones you’ve seen before.” She looked puzzled. “What do you mean?” “People with a black mark... they have immense power, but it's not something to be taken lightly. They’re usually connected to darkness that controls them. You have to be careful, Jonea. If you ever meet him again, or someone who looks like him, contact me immediately. Never face them alone.”