Goku Black Crimson Mask Novels & Stories

Opening it, he revealed a slender choker made of interlocking black diamonds, centered with a flawless, teardrop-shaped crimson ruby. "A gift," Alexander rasped, his eyes locking onto hers with unshielded possessiveness. "To match the crown you're taking back tonight." He stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside. The cool touch of the black diamonds rested against her warm collarbone before he fastened the clasp. His lips lightly brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending a intoxicating spark coursing straight down her spine. "Let's go buy what's yours, Victoria," Alexander murmured near her ear

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

“I changed my mind. I'll fight you all in pairs, none of you can survive a one-on-one training with me anyways.” I swallowed and looked at Emerett who looked regretful. “Take out your weapons and try to take me down. Give it your best shot because I won't be lenient with any of you.” His hoarse voice said. Commander black hole was a tall man with pale skin and long gray hair which he usually wore in a fishtail and he usually wore a mask to cover his facial attributes but he had dark brown eyes. His mask couldn't hide that. “Jasmine,” Said Emerett, “Why don't we just give up? I can't slow down the poison and breathing is starting to feel difficult.”

POV: DAIMON Black dress, tight, hugging her curves as if it had been molded directly onto her body. The side slit revealed the pale skin of her thigh, inviting. The subtle neckline delicately outlined her breasts in a way that was both elegant and provocative. Her loose brown hair, lightly wavy, fell naturally down her back, while a black mask hid part of her face, revealing only her eyes... green, intense, expressive. An absurd contrast with her red lips that seemed drawn for damnation.

He tilted his head back, held his breath, scrambled to take off his short-sleeved t-shirt, wiped the vomit off his face, and glared at Blackie. "You're just going to watch? Hurry up and get me water!" "Yes yes yes…” Blackie quickly let go of Alex and went back to the car to get mineral water. Alex stared at the masked man's right arm, where there was a tattoo in the shape of a wing, which looked very familiar.

Around his neck was an intricate black tattoo, serving as its embellishment. Glittering gold rings adorned selected fingers in each hand, and a black wristwatch was showing off its glamour on his left wrist. His arms were on the chair's armrest while one of his legs was draped across the other. He donned a creepy mask that obscured most of his facial features, save for his eyes and mouth. His right hand clutched a white goblet half-filled with crimson liquid. He seemed lost in thought as he gazed into the void. This man was none other than Sayge Calistro, the Mafia lord.

They all wore black hoods and masks over their mouths. "If you do this again, you'd be given a more harsher punishment," Jereum noted, "plus I'd just beat you up again." "Oh, Jereum, as I recall; I won our last fight, your face was burning away and I would have probably staked out your lungs if not for that prant," he said, throwing a finger at my direction, and I wondered if 'prant' was even a word "That's not even a word," Jereum said, and I thought I saw him trying to mouth the word silently to himself.

Pointing his finger at three of them, Black Shadow cooked his own plan. Hisoka charged up his body. A pink aura emerged from his body as he summoned his leftover power and focused solely on Black Shadow. “Hey! Attack!” Said Black Shadow merrily. BOM!

She leaves as fast as she came. I stare at the dress. My hands shake a little. Sonya sits on the chair by the window. She looks so pale. “I got one too,” she whispers. “Black. Simple.” We do not talk anymore, we just got ready. I put on the red silk. It fits tight and shows too much skin. The collar stays around my neck, a silver cold. Sonya helps with my hair, she makes it into loose waves, adds a little makeup on my face, and gives me red lips. We look pretty, like dolls.

The vaulted, shadowed ceiling high above us seemed to violently shatter. The Emperor's elite, personal executioners, the Crimson Guard, rained like armored rain. They wore heavy articulated armor made of obsidian laced with glowing crimson runes and wore featureless iron masks on their faces. They did not have blood-magic whips, but they had huge, jagged broad swords that were built to cut a Lycan in half. "Form the perimeter!" Kaelen roared, and his midnight black tailored suit tore at its seams, as his divine starlight violently erupted.