Naruto Black Zetsu Novels & Stories

Zanele Okafor Inside the darkened interior of the luxury transport, my head leans against the cool glass, my vision swimming with the blur of the passing cityscape. "Boss, the man back there... his aura was suffocating. Was that really Idris Blackthorne?" "It is him," I murmur, my voice devoid of warmth. "The Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, and the master of the Blackthorne Citadel."

She felt the black ice in his system reach out to her, recognizing its source. "Wake up," she commanded, her voice a low, vibrating hum. Zane’s eyes flew open. They weren't blue or gold—they were a pure, radiant sapphire. He gasped, his crystalline hand grabbing Elara’s arm. The connection was instantaneous. Zane wasn't just a healer anymore; he was a conduit. He took the excess Berserker rage that was threatening to burn Elara out and turned it into a healing frequency that repaired his own shattered biology.

One slammed his staff into the floor, the other twisted his body to create leverage. “Don’t—!” the elder Draenor shouted, to no one in particular. The first collision sounded—the rustle of fabric, a small clang. The hooded figure was dragged against the stone wall, the hood lifting halfway, enough to reveal a face adorned with tattoos: black lines curving from the temples to the jaw, runes connecting like roots. There was a faint pulse, like living ink beneath the skin. A black wizard. No need for debate. The warrior on the left fastened rune cuffs to the wizard’s wrists; a small speck of white light pierced the darkness, then faded.

As the door slowly creaked open, Leon’s eyes immediately locked onto Zalethos Blackwood, seated on a raised throne at the far end of the room. Zalethos Blackwood, the Demon King, exuded an aura of authority that seemed to fill the entire room. His jet-black eyes were like bottomless abysses, cold and commanding, while the sharpness of his gaze radiated an overwhelming pressure. He wore a regal robe of deep purple, edged with gold, and every movement he made imbued with a sense of solemn dignity.

He seemed to envisage the zither sounds, dense as clouds, morph into the gigantic mouth of a monstrous beast, gnawing at him. Greatly shocked, he started to mobilize his inner strength forcefully, his body retreating 10 meters away rapidly. In a daze, he seemed to see the zither player before him not as a young man in white, but as a black shadow behind him. The black shadow was nearly 10 meters, his disheveled hair flowing to his shoulders. His pupils were purplish and his face, a lingering black mass, like a demon from the nine heavens.

I try to calm him, I give Derik a look “You could’ve at least given a warning.” “And warn that devil spawn?” He growls, his eyes narrowed above I follow his gaze to find the source. Zen’s hanging from one of the lower branches by a single hand. He’s dressed in all black. A dark, close fitting shirt, riding pants and calf length leather boots. He must be wearing a cloak similar to Lukas, since the hood is pulled over his head. He looks like a part of darkness itself, if not for the piercing silver eyes that look back down coolly.

He raised it in a provocative manner even though he was so scared Hisoka summoned his pistol and Smile unsheathed his short sword. All weapons in sight, their eyes fixated on Black Shadow in a frenzied state. No one could win against her using their own attribute. Using his mental ability, he could disable their power instantly. That also included Zombie – yet another member of SQE. She wasn’t an actual zombie as she has a functional brain although she had no pain receptors. Black Shadow unleashed the dagger and bent his knees. “Let’s go.” Without delay, two of them lunged at him at once.

Then the nun looked at Yuto who sheds some tears as he killed his three disciples over their betrayal. "Yes, you do. I admit that I put him through so much suffering. He managed to unlock his seventh chakra point not long after this. He refused to turn into a dragon to the point he forgot how to and wants to reclaim the power against Lufen. It was my mistake, my lack of understanding that led to this." she then look at the two boys.

The Silver Claw and Red Fang Packs were still in the valley, tending to the wounded and securing the borders, but this fight was theirs—Sam and Kevin, united against Zane, their bond the key to victory. Zane Blackthorn emerged from the shadows at the plateau’s edge, his lean frame coiled with menace, his shaved head gleaming with rain, his claw-mark tattoos stark against his pale skin. He wore a sleeveless black tunic, the fabric clinging to his body, and his amber eyes burned with a hunger that made Sam’s skin crawl. His claws were extended, sharp and black, and his pack—what remained of them—flanked him, their amber eyes glowing, their matted coats dripping with rain. But Zane’s focus was

Zero wanted to go with but he was under strict orders by Zia to stay in Ren's shadow to report. Only way he could disobey that order is if it Ren said something. Which was not going to happen with Ren looking quite sleepy as he walked. Retsu and Setsu were still accompanying him. The two had such an add bloodline, Ren wanted to thrash himself for not catching beforehand. The two were one in the same but able to separate into two different entities. Natsu was the actual brother of the two fused. Unlike his brother, his other half was killed before Ren met them in the shoreline. He couldn't bring him back with out recovering the body of the other or until reaching the Reformation Realm for his