Darker Than Black November 11 Novels & Stories

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

On the tenth night, the storm broke. Not rain. Shadows. They poured from the sky like water, thick and black, swallowing the light, swallowing the stars, swallowing the moon. The world went dark. The pack screamed. The children cried. The wolves shifted, ready to fight, their fur bristling, their claws extended, their eyes blazing in the darkness.

I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black. *** Daze POV "What was that Daze?" Daryl asked me. "She's the girl I'm talking about," I told him. I can't stop myself from smiling. "Damn! Coincidence, huh? She's the great Black. She is known in Different bars and clubs, if she looks easy to get, you're mistaken, that girl is really scary!" "I heard about the great Black being the hottest girl in this area, kissing guys then afterward dumping them but I didn't realize that she's just an ordinary girl, nothing special! She’s just basic, " I said and drank the beer.

*** (Him) In the dark, overwhelming shadows, glided a figure in a black robe, his golden eyes rimmed with blood red as he watched Rory walking together with the hidden angel. He saw as the girl looked smilingly and his heart burned. Blight! Here was the destiny, falling in place. Like a long lost puzzle coming together, it was all coming together, finally. Samhain. Samhain is a festival marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or "darker-half" of the year. Darker half of the year would be when his war for darkness, for blood would start. The devil demanded loyalty and success and success, he would offer.

His eyes, already dark with rage, turn pitch black—the eyes of a wolf who has lost everything and has nothing left to lose. But it's his fur that steals the breath from my lungs. Black. Not the dark brown of a common wolf, not the grey of age or the silver of moonlight. Pure, absolute black just like my Damain wolf—the color of a moonless night, the color of the void between stars. It ripples across his body like liquid shadow, absorbing the torchlight, making him appear less like a living creature and more like a hole in the world. I've heard stories of Gracia's wolf from Damain.

"STAND DOWN! All of you!" Some wolves hesitated. Most ignored him. The young wolf charged. Others followed. Twenty wolves. Thirty. Flooding across the clearing toward us. Darius's loyalists met them halfway. Steel clashing. Wolves screaming. I shifted partially. Claws extended. The first attacker reached me— Darkness fell. Not twilight. Not clouds passing over sun. True darkness. Instant. Complete. Like someone had blown out reality's candle. Temperature dropped ten degrees in a heartbeat. My breath misted white.

November arrives the way it always does in New York. Without apology. The October gold is gone overnight, the city shifting into the specific gray of a month that has decided warmth is no longer its responsibility. The light is lower and more direct, the shadows longer, and the specific quality of November is not the tentative cold of October but the committed cold of a season that has made up its mind.

November arrived with its particular quality of light. Daniel noticed it on the first morning of the month — not the cold, which had been building since October, not the earlier dark, which had been creeping forward since September, but the quality of the light itself. November light was different from October light in the way that each month's light was specific if you had learned to attend to it. October was amber, a warm withdrawal. November was something else: a clear, steady grey that made edges precise, that had no warmth in it but had a kind of honesty to it, a light that showed you things accurately.

But he still held me firmly, hoarsely saying, "Alisha, I can't...even if you hate me, I..." His words were not finished when suddenly the surrounding black mist began to thicken, even covering the moon in the sky. A nauseating and foul stench filled the air. I widened my eyes, staring ahead. In the black mist, an immensely huge wolf manifested its form. The trees around it appeared petite in its presence. In its eye sockets were two crimson flames that emitted an ominous glow within the black mist. The Lord of Dark had appeared.

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.