Darker Than Black Novels & Stories

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

"I see darkness. Dark darkness. Black. All around you, black. Blackness." Daphne was about to say something but then she stopped. We both shared a look then waited for the woman to continue her reading. "So much darkness. So so much black. Awwww!" Her voice trailed off as her head jerked back in a rapid pull. "Is that code for you'd be getting a lot of big black dicks soon." Daphne whispered over my ear. "I hope so." I whispered back without turning. The old woman continued talking about the darkness without end. It was all she repeated.

Her hands shake in place from the rage that fuels the foundation of her body but when she goes to protest those harsh words, the caravan stops In the dark and gloomy teal forest is a clearing. Instead of the corrupted ground that the plague has laid claim to in the forest, there is a solid surface. One that is made from an all-natural green land. This one space within the Wild Lands makes it easier for the caravan to loop around one side. Steam emanates from the tracks of each cart and the jolting metals ignite in that rosmalt color of pink. The three carts only slightly hover among the grass but once the vehicle lands on the real ground, the hovering stops, and the tracks that house those w

Oran’s cock was nothing compared to this monstrous thing. There is no way that is going to fit in my mouth. I stared at it, lips parted, breathing fast. A mix of fear and filthy excitement twisted in my belly. “What’s wrong, Mother?” Soren asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He stared down at me like a Greek god looking at a lowly mortal, silver eyes narrowed with pleasure and hips curled in a smirk. I licked my lips, trying to find words, but he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stepped closer until the heavy, throbbing head was just inches from my face.

It had been years of being the strong and young budding alpha female, and in one night, it seemed all of that had been taken away. The wolves of the Craw pack were black and strong, their eyes a variety of colors that changed based on their mood. The wolves of other packs had similar characteristics and sometimes you could only tell the difference based on scent and markings. “Other packs” however, did not include the Decent pack, the pack of the white wolves. They were the outcasts and had gone into hiding for many years now because as Isha had always been told, they were a mistake to the werewolf lineage.

--- That did it. Something inside Damien snapped. --- The air around him shifted. Violently. Not like Aria’s light. Not warm. Not golden. This was— Dark. Heavy. Crushing. --- Jay took a step back. “…okay, that’s new.” Liam didn’t move. But his voice dropped. “Damien.” No response. --- Damien’s eyes darkened. Not metaphorically. Literally. The color draining. Replaced by something deeper. Something ancient. ---

Push Me and See Hycinth The room was dark. Velvety curtains, the color of deep cobalt, hung over blackout blinds and ensured virtually no light penetrated the space. I liked it that way....dark. It was how the world should be because color and light just made me feel the pain of everything I had lost. I couldn't take it. I burrowed deeper beneath the covers, wishing to blend in with the blackness, to fade into an empty void of nothingness where I just stopped feeling.

“Black is ... . black I mean nothing is in its just dark!” “Black can also mean darkness, and darkness covers even the most colourful things when it comes!” He smirked. There was pain in his voice. His words always left me speechless. “But when light comes!” I added. “There is no light Desiree in my darkness, I wish it would come so bad, but that's what I have dark desires, Desiree's I wish I didn't have, I had that light but it got out a long time ago!”. I didn't know why but my heart was racing faster than a horse heading for battle with its rider.

They say, life is full of colours, sometimes dull, sometimes bright but for the man waiting in that almost empty hallway, life has mostly it shown him the colour black. Dark black. How can black be dark? One might question but after looking into this lost billionaire's eyes, they would get their answer. Maybe if they look a little closely, they might also see his dark soul. Just like his soul, the colour black dominated everything in him, in his life. His soul was just as black as the clothes he wore. As it should be because life is full of colours, death is not. Death has only one colour and that is the magnificent black.

Darkness as an attribute was such a very interesting thing. Black and Dark magic's properties and usage are totally different from each other. They almost look a like but it's only the outside appearance. The outer shell of both elements are in same in density but when it comes to construction, their magic circles are converted differently. Darkness and shadows are no colors, they don't reflect light like most of the elements. And shadows are kinda hard to manipulate but its very handy as I gain a control to create substantial spaces. It’s like an inventory, ang hindi ko lang alam kung meron ba itong limit. I should probably ask Droon next time as it looks like he is sleeping.