Gokaiger Black Novels & Stories

"I am Gage, the leader of the centaurs of Black Peak." I sat up slowly, pulling Kyla behind me and keeping my body as a shield between her and the stallion. My skin was still buzzing with the leftover heat of our lovemaking, and the cold air bit at my bare chest, but I ignored it. "And you have it, Gage. Now what the fuck do you want? We are passing through, nothing more."

It hit like a tidal wave, dragging me under all over again. I forced myself to stand, weak and shivering. As I turned toward the mirror, something caught my eye, just for a moment. My wolf was there, but not like any I’d ever seen, she was massive, jet black, darker than night, darker than death itself. Her eyes burned like fire, vivid orange flames dancing in a soulless void. I screamed and stumbled backward, crashing to the floor, my heart pounding like war drums. When I dared to look again, she was gone. Only my own reflection stared back, shaken. What are you? I thought, clutching my chest.

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

But, as the door slid open and revealed the van's interior, my plans of escaping went flying out of the window. Inside there was a man sitting on the floorboard. Long legs cladded in black denim were spread open, braced on the floor of the van and they ended in black leather boots. His hair was glossy black and his jawline was straight and square. One hand resting on the van's seat and the other was holding a gun, with its shiny black barrel pointing in my face. "Get in the van, HIKARI," said Oikawa while gritting his teeth "we've got some work for you" ___________________________________________

Akshara noticed the weird variation of the appearance of her Godmother. Mrs Blackfire, who always likes to dress up in black, now wearing an extra black long cloak which was floor-length and she possessed with a peculiar hairstyle that looks like horns that emerged from her skull with a crescent-shaped ornament on her forehead. She was wearing a golden dragon amulet around her neck. The wrinkles in the skin of Nicoria were seemed to be reduced. The dark eyes of Nicoria painted even darker and her iris appeared red and she was holding her pet bird, Eggy.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.

I don't care if anyone sees me or if I end up on the news my anger will never let this man go free. "Listen, dude, I didn't come here to play. I came here for answers. Now quit playing and tell me what being a grey wolf means." His smile isn't there anymore, he looks as confused as ever. "I'm not playing with you Chloe, you were born a grey werewolf. Your father was a grey werewolf, you're a grey werewolf. Grey werewolves are more powerful than regular werewolves, grey wolves are also the only breed of werewolves to not be controlled by the moon. You all can turn at will and it won't even hurt." He chuckles. "Y'all are lucky bastards."

Clinging to the sheer glass sides of the towering skyscrapers, descending rapidly toward the convoy, were Blackwatch Gargoyles. They were specialized, spider-like mechs driven by human pilots, equipped with magnetic clamps that allowed them to scale vertical surfaces. They carried heavy plasma repeaters, aiming directly down into the narrow, unshielded gaps between the Behemoth and the Ironhead transports. "They're flanking us vertically!" Torque yelled over the radio, leaning out of his buggy to fire his combat shotgun blindly up at the glass walls. The Gargoyles opened fire. Superheated blue plasma bolts rained down into the narrow avenue. The Ironhead militia in the APCs screamed as plasm

He approaches a black panel of buttons and begins to type like a mad man. I can't help but watch his dark green body anxiously as he does. He looks like something out of my nightmares. His alligator-like skin covers his entire body, unlike the Gaimo soldiers who only have it in vulnerable places. His skin also seems impenetrable. I would bet it is three inches thick.