Deku Black Novels & Stories

All of Humanity turns their faces, and their eyes wide open in despair. Thud!! A black gigantic 100 feet humanoid foot thud as it shook the earth from a burning portal, a towering dark image emerges from a dark corrosive smoke with red six eyes gleam from the smoke. Black Death is a 700 feet tall monster. The city skyscraper is but a small object compared to it. Its body is made of black and bright yellow-red flames. Its flames flowed down its body like lava water, it has dark legs and humanoid arms, horns jutting out like a Santa clause reindeer with teeth of a decayed human skull. Dark corrosive steam smoke jotting out of his mouth. It glared at the city in front of it. Black Death could b

All the pirates also knelt and bowed their heads. “Oh, right. The people on the ship didn’t die.” Zachber did not dare to lift his head and trembled as he said, “We just sold them to the Black Kiln Sea.” “The Black Kiln Sea?” Andrius frowned. “Where’s that?” Declan immediately explained, “Master, the Black Kiln Sea is a place where trades can be made with the immortal realm, the demonic realm, and the fiend realm. It’s somewhat similar to the black market.”

A blue spot light was turned on, pointing towards the stage with some mist hovering over the air. Nikita walked on stage, with her purple glittery dress, huge neon pink earrings and pastel purple heels. She approached the microphone and started talking, "Hello everyone! It's so amazing to finally see y'all here. I know I was a little bit extra with the decor but it's time to just unwind and have a good time. But before we start partying, let's give a round of applause to Ms.Erica Wayne!!"

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

He knelt before the stone altar and made a solemn oath to the sacred relic that symbolized the pack's highest faith. "I, Derek Blackwood, as Alpha of this pack, with the departed spirit of Grand Elder Fenrir as my witness, swear I will never seek out Katherine Vance again or disturb her life. If I break this oath, I willingly accept the Moon Goddess' harshest punishment. I'll lose my Alpha power and die alone." As the oath left his lips, the moonstone glowed faintly, as if witnessing this solemn promise. After making the vow, Derek became a different person.

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

Francis bows and closes the door. I stood frozen as the man with a strong aura of authority was right in front of me. The person who may seem cold on the outside, but I've seen him smile beneath that poker face expression with a long scar across his right eye. Cornelius Von Rozen. One of the four powerful dukes of Withhold. Four dukes serve and protect the kingdom. The Von Cornelius decorative war hero is also called the Black Knight. He was ruthless against his enemies and never showed any mercy. You must run whenever enemies see a knight in black armor, with his large black blade and riding a black horse.

“Listen! I don't care about your excuses. But if you mess up again, and that girl slips off your finger, consider yourself done. Nobody will crown a mere wolf as the Alpha of DARK HEARTS! GOODBYE!” For that moment, everything I was feeling waxed cold. So it's true. Fuck. Black is born without the alpha aura. And… and the Grand Alpha wants to use Debbie to make him one. But how? I mean, I know she's a kingmaker, but… I… I didn't think she could make an ordinary wolf an alpha… Almost immediately, I heard his chair creak. He muttered something that sounded like, "Such an ungrateful boy! You can't put me into shame!”

‘Rin, there’s no poison around… but just in case… I don’t want you… to get mad and complain… again, so I’m telling you… that I could sense… a little bit of… black mana. Halos tumigil ang puso ko ng ilang segundo matapos marinig ang huling salita ni Droon. Black mana… it was different from mana made of darkness. Black mana can only be obtain through dead life forms, it was still a part of nature mana as dead is part of nature’s cycle, but it would different when someone practice necromancy. I gulped and ask, ‘Droon, where is the black mana coming from?’ Droon didn’t answer immediately as if he was feeling where is the black mana coming from. ‘Upstairs… a little bit far… from here…’