Darker Than Black Hei Novels & Stories

Her eyes had the weirdest color that I had ever seen, they were pitch black mixed with bright red. The End

Both girl drop their hands, No-Name opens the door and I quickly follow behind the two. In the maid and guard foyer, there are other maids leaving their rooms and heading towards the exit. Leading the entire pack is a slim black-haired woman. She seems to have brown eyes that sparkle with evil and a demonic smirk every time she peers back me. After a few hallways and turns, we finally arrive at the kitchen. There are at least 5 ovens, granite countertops, big hanging lights everywhere and a humungous island in the centre of it all. I slowly turn around, taking in all the beautifulness of this amazing kitchen, until I hear an, "attention ladies!"

“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

Whatever the darkest black color is, maybe midnight black, that's the color. "You were expecting white?" she teases. "I meant to tell you, Mike, I'm black." "Of course," I laugh. "It's just... I'm surprised, that's all. You're lighter skinned than both Shelly or Cyn but your nipples are considerably darker." "I wouldn't know," she says dryly. "Don't you like them?" she asks, giving her breasts a little shake from side to side.

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.”

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.