Darker Than Black November 11 Novels & Stories

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

Nadia's darkness was evil; choosing the White Bull, the incarnation of everything vile and brutal in this world, it left a stain on her soul that would never come clean. The Game Master's darkness was the kind that filled the sky when the moon lifted, holding millions of stars within its endless depths. His darkness was the nights where I'd lay awake, staring up at the sky as I wallowed over the monotony of my life. The moment night exploded from within him, the crowd of people who had come to watch, dropped to one knee. One by one they fell, a hand against their heart. Eyes of emerald, chestnut and cerulean stared up at their King, at darkness and night given form.

Just as Jane had said, the full moon was going to come quicker, and probably stay for a longer time; long enough for the evil Tenebris to do as he wishes. I stayed in the same sport, whispering the same four words to myself, over and over again. “Scarlett, please stay alive…” I kept saying, over and over and over again, until the skies went completely dark. The light everywhere went out, and everything was pitch black. There was no source of light in the world again, and I just knew that there was trouble.

He says it at the kitchen table on the first morning of November with his coffee and his notebook, making a note about the quality of the light coming through the window, the specific flat clarity of it that does not flatter but does not lie. “November light is truthful,” he says. “Like January,” I say. “Different,” he says. “January is honest about the cold. November is honest about what remains after everything else has fallen away.” He pauses. “January is austerity. November is clarity.” I look at the window at Clinton Hill. “You are going to paint something in November light,” I say. “Already started,” he says. “The commission piece. The empty room. The recording device is on the table.”

Nathan put his point with the same seriousness. Dad chuckled again, and I frowned in confusion. Nathan also looked confused, but he kept his expression serious. “Your uncle is the midnight black wolf, Nathan. Do you know what it means?” Dad asked him with a teasing smile dancing on his lips. My mind raced when I remembered something that I read about special wolves once. The midnight black wolves are also the rarest ones, rarer than white wolves because…. I sucked in a breath and looked at Nathan with a complex gaze. He was still frowning in confusion.

it meant. The words rang through her mind now and made her tears fall faster. Hayden was beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. It felt comforting to have it there—to have him there. They were all in black. Hayden’s black collared shirt and tie, and his black overcoat fit him like a glove. He looked so distinguished and handsome, even with the somber expression on his face. As she thought back on all her childhood interactions with Abbi now, she struggled to remember any trace of them. She remembered there were many tales about wolves and monsters and “the dark ones”.

Prince David said. "We're willing to negotiate in terms of the price, but we don't have lots of patient, Mr. Orion. I hope you understood what I'm implying." Prince Martin was dead serious as he said those words. Gone the playful smiles and smirks. All I can see now is a lethal prince who would not hesitate of killing someone. "What is happening here?" I heard a new voice just a second after the door opened. We all turned to see the newcomer. A man probably around Orion's age. Tall, lean, wearing a black cloak and a black hat. He looked dangerous. Who is he?

Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak down my back she almost looks white n silver Mom says I’m blessed by the Moon goddess because I have white fur and White fur means important roles and gifts not that I have seen anything yet I guess my gifts will come once I’m mated I wonder what gift I will have doe some have healing powers or control of elements like my Mom she can control water Anyway I’m old enough not only to find my mate now because I’m 18 that’s the age a wolf is able to sense their mate Well I’m also finally able to leave home I plan to leave for college in August so I’ve been working overtime to graduate early . I can’t w

Let's start with our little circles, and soon love will grow everywhere by itself. Always remember #SpreadLoveNotHate ❤ Katherine Monroe ~~~~~~~~~ "We are rooted deep in the darkness And keep growing towards the light (...) Ignite the flame in me Unite with your inner light We should free ourselves from the shadows And the bondage of the night (...)." Epica - Abyss of Time : Countdown to Singularity THE END

I would usually take three days to prepare to say just three words. “No, actually . . .” “Nonsense. Come on.” “Mother fucker,” I whispered under my breath. After downing his shot, Rob lead me up to the brightly lit stage in front and I made a mental note to add Rob to my Black List. The List contained the names of people that I would do business with only through a proxy, otherwise it might end with me in an orange jumpsuit scratching out tally marks on the walls of a dingy shithole.