Erron Black Fanart Novels & Stories

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

The wind sliced through the Daxton airstrip like a warning. Sonia’s soaked blazer clung to her shoulders as she stared at the boy in front of her. Eric Blackbourne. Tall. Sharp. The kind of sharp that didn’t just cut—it carved. His dark hoodie was pulled low over his brow, but his eyes burned through the shadow like twin interrogations. Steel-gray. Cold. Calculating. Watching her like a puzzle with missing pieces. “You’re late,” he repeated. “And different.”

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

''So let's start. ''Yeah, let's.......'' We spoke the whole of the afternoon mainly about unnecessary things like between white shelled eggs and brown shelled eggs which produce the cutest chicks. By evening, we were done and he made his way out. As he attempted to grab his jacket off the stand rack I noticed a tattoo stapled at the back of his neck. It looked like a face but half of its face was that of a human with long fangs and the other part morphed into a deadly looking wolf.

“Do you, Damien Black, understand that you will forever carry the Black surname and that you will represent Black Shadow for as long as you shall live?” I couldn’t help but smile. I could already feel a connection building with Dane that wasn’t there previously. His hand squeezes mine and his crimson eyes are wide as he waits for my answer. “Yes, I do.” “And finally, do you, Damien Black, accept the position of Black Shadows Beta?” “Get ready.” Eric warns me with a smirk “I do.” Eric rips the blade back up to Dane’s hand, spilling even more of my blood. As it slices through Dane’s skin, I feel more connections to people than I had ever felt before.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

And that I can call him, “Uncle BD” “Agents, this is Black Dragon, considered as the number one agent of “Dark Knight” in this era. He will be the DJ here in “Stargazer” and the patissier in “Polaris”. Other additional information will be given by him. I really hope you’ll get along well.” No one reacted among us. I think my hyungs are still in shock too. I wonder what Yosef-hyung, I mean, Topgun thought. He was recently considered as the number one agent among us but now that Black Dragon arrived…

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“Try imagining your life without him, Pete.” Pete immediately looked away, a blush creeping across his cheeks. “I understand,” he muttered softly. “I know exactly how that feels.” Ethan smirked. “Careful with that blush, Pete. I might end up dead before the day is over. He might think I’m the reason you’re turning red.” “Ethan!” Pete exclaimed, glaring at him. But Ethan continued mercilessly. “You’re blushing even harder now. Better prepare yourself—your ass is definitely going to be on fire tonight.”