Deku Black Novels & Stories

At the green light, he sped up to catch up with the team. On his leather couch with a glass of wine in his left hand, Dr. Din Black got the message. He smiled evilly and laughed as if he won a deal with the devil. He exclaimed, "If I kill you, Dr. Smith... my despair utopia, where despair fills people, will be completed! What a nice appetizer to indulge." Dr. Din Black stood up, walked near his glass windows. He glanced outside and took a sip of his wine. "Now, let's have a banquet of darkness!"

’ I found no reason not to. ***** KEITHEN ‘What. The. Fuck.’ I glared at the two figures emerging from the Virtus Talent agency building, chatting and laughing. ‘Who the fuck is that?’ ‘Richard Black,’ replied Ambrose. I swung around to my ex-Delta, the fire of anger burning the back of my eyes. ‘Richard who?’ ‘Black.’ He looked at the black van as it drove off. ‘People are calling him the next Rum.’ ‘The next WHAT?’ I glared harder at the black van before it turned around the corner. A dry laughter tumbled out. And then I laughed. ‘Replacing me so soon, huh? GODDAMN IT THESE BLOODY HUMANS!’

Her face was calm, unreadable, the face of someone who had seen generations of wolves rise, claim, bleed, and fall, and no longer wasted emotion on things she had not yet witnessed. Beside the dais stood Decker. He wore black. Not ornamental black. Not the sort meant to draw the eye with decoration. This was Dark Mountain black clean, severe, fitted to strength rather than vanity. His jacket sat close across his shoulders, the line of it sharp against the breadth of him, his dark hair brushed back, his jaw set. He looked every inch what he was. Alpha.

I have heard that this is not a Gamma you want as an enemy. Lastly, Tenebris the Delta, sitting with his back to the door. Long, black hair, piercings in his eyebrows as well as his ears and lips. Basically a walking fucking Goth werewolf, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. Apparently, his claws contain poison dangerous to his own kind due to something in his blood. “Kai,” Ryker says when he spots us and walks over. “Thank you for having me.” “Thank you for coming,” my brother responds and shakes his hand. I watch as everyone stops what they’re doing when Kai calls for their attention.

Yifa's POV We maneuvered through countless corners, ascending numerous flights of stairs. The grandeur of the palace's interior surpassed its modest exterior. Intricate walls adorned with antiquated depictions of peculiar locales and captivating people surrounded us. My attention was immediately captivated by a particular frame we passed by. It held a picture of Killian's parents, the former King and Queen. Killian himself bore an uncanny resemblance to King Fenrir, while Derek inherited a blend of his parents' features, particularly Queen Ruby's fair, blonde locks. The striking azure hue of their eyes mirrored their father's. Lost in contemplation, I inadvertently halted my steps. Black, ev

I didn't know that this was serious until now. But that Margaux... I just feel that she will bother me again. Deena and I started to tour around the pack. She proactively taught me some of the norms inside Black Dew. Just as New York is the face of the whole state, Black Dew Pack is also the biggest and most successful pack in this region.

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.

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.

The draekon huffed a breath of air towards Rhae's face, that stunk of rotten flesh, then flew off, followed by the other draekon's gather around. Only one draekon remained, staring curiously at her. It had pitch black scales, with blue details on the tips of its claws, spikes and snout. The black scales glimmered like stars in the sunlight, with the blue tips creating a perfect ombre between the black and blue.

Isiewu asked. “Eye of the gods,” Uchendu said, almost in a rush. “Echi is dying.” Isiewu pushed a black pot that was beside him as the news hit home. The liquid that the black pot contained spilled on the floor, noiselessly. The liquid was clear with meanings drawn on every part of it, and Isiewu could see the symbols it contained. The answers of Echi’s present state. “It can’t be possible.” Isiewu voice rose.