Gerard Way Black Parade Novels & Stories

I don't listen, I just zoned out on everything. When the show finally comes to an end with everyone preparing to leave, I stand up as quickly as I can as I scurry backstage to have a word with Terrance. I pace the room, already hating the rich fuck for delaying my precious time. I should be in the office sorting through business contracts and even seeking more clients, not standing backstage in a fashion show. "Ah! Mr. Black." A familiar voice says. I turn around to see Terrance Clay approaching me with a woman clinging to his arm. She's pretty and I'm sure she's his wife or his mistress. It might be the latter.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

"Of course not, it would never be your fault they took your sister, but... do you remember anything beyond what they told you?" She looked confused, then looked down. "I remember a mark... a... black mark on the fist of one of them." I looked at Asmodeus. That wasn’t information that was in the novel, it was something new. Something from that place - something that Elaine didn’t know. "What brand? What was it like? Can you draw?" It was too many questions, but I couldn’t help it. They were necessary if we really wanted to catch those bastards. 'They were tall, black hair, red eyes and crimson robes,' reminded me clearly of the description given by the victim when Elaine helped her.

He was not just a legend—his wolf was a literal force of nature, a living god walking in a world of mortal wolves. "It is completely over. My pack is done. The Blackfang Rogue Pack… is completely doomed!" Gerard’s sanity finally cracks wide open. His mental breakdown is even worse than Herman’s, as the full, crushing weight of his situation destroys his mind. With a sudden, violent burst of movement, Herman’s hand strikes Gerard’s head with a powerful, concentrated palm strike. Gerard’s eyes go instantly wide, his mouth muttering weakly, "Master Blackwood, your claws … you ..." Hot life fluid sputters heavily from his mouth and nose, and his lips do not even finish the sentence before his he

Chaos muttered without looking at his father. “Hope so,” the leader answered coldly and sailed back, mentally thinking over the conversation with the Argalid about the death of his son. After waiting for darkness, when even the moon stopped piercing the waters of Sombra with its rays, Chaos swam out of the kelp thickets with rolled leaves under his arm and wrapped his brother's body in them, put the remains of the ship's ropes along the torso and tying up his legs. Covered with a greenish-blue ‘blanket’, Geras seemed to be fast asleep. Chaos took care to close his eyes forever, put his hands on his chest over the wound (there was no pearl) and for a long time couldn’t find the words of farew

Black The Origin Chapter 23 [It has started! The Schizopren has started an effect.] Outside the Arena, everyone in the coliseum was terrified at the octopus-like creature crawling out of the gate. Everyone was terrified, it was a black creature inside the arena and despite the thick mana wall that's separating them from it. Its presence gives goosebumps to the audience. "This Trial was on a different level." Luther could hear the gossips of immortals watching the scene.

How can you make a mockery of something so serious? "I'm Lena's brother! I'm her guardian!" Timothy said, his brows furrowing as he looked at Hayden. "This is how you've been taking care of my sister? Do you even know that she almost couldn't pick up a paintbrush again with her right hand? "And the designer Lewis Grooup has been collaborating with, Lumi Oren? It's Lena. You nearly ruined her future!" Hayden looked at Timothy, his indifferent face now icy and stern. I knew he was angry now.

That b*stard had come all the way out here looking for fun! Either way, Gerald soon found the room Clyde was in. With how jovial Clyde looked, Gerald couldn’t help but smile wryly as he thought, ‘This f*cker really knows how to enjoy himself!’ Shaking his head, Gerald then slipped into the black outfit that he had previously prepared, making sure to properly cover his face with a black cloth as well. All this was done just so Clyde wouldn’t find out who he was. With everything set, Gerald then crashed into the room through the window!