Pitch Black Skin Novels & Stories

His beautiful, golden face was a mask of terror, and I drank that fear like aged whiskey. Lilith turned toward us, and I felt my heart stop for an actual second. Her eyes were black. Not dark brown. Not some metaphor for darkness. Pure, absolute black like the void between stars, and her skin was pale as moonstone with veins of shadow pulsing beneath the surface. She was trembling—shaking so hard I could see it from fifty feet away—but it wasn't from fear. It was from the high. The kind of high that comes from killing something that thought it was untouchable.

Her most striking feature is undoubtedly her skin, which bears delicate, white patches thanks to her rare condition, vitiligo. Her face, a canvas of contrasting hues - stark white patches like fine brushstrokes on a tapestry of warm brown. Her brows, lush and full, lend an air of intensity to her doe-like, enigmatic eyes. Her lips, wide and plump, seem to promise secrets with every flicker of a smile. And she wears her freckles like stars, with milky white dots trailing down her neck and arm, leading my eyes up to the generous swell of her chest. Even now, as she towers over me, her 5'7" frame casts a spell of fascination that holds me captive.

And three men walk in. The first is tall, dark-skinned, with a body that belongs in a museum – broad chest, carved abs, arms that flex with each step. He's wearing black pants that sit dangerously low on his hips and nothing else. His skin is oiled. He glows under the club lighting.

When I think about those insulting words he said in the office, I want to scrape his skin off. Brian's skin is white, so if he gets hit by the wind, it will appear clearly, which makes me excited. Unlike some people with dark skin, even if they get hit by the wind, their skin is not red or purple, it's just dark and dark and I don't have the mood to continue gua sha.

"Mh, I love when my food puts up a fight. The adrenaline makes them taste so much sweeter." A thud sounded behind me, and I stopped walking and turned to face the woman. Her blonde hair was in a thin bun on her head, and her lips were dry and cracked. Her skin was sucked tight against her bones, and beyond the scratch on her cheeks where a small amount of dried blood sat, they were pale and colorless… unlike her eyes. Those were black, different than anything I had ever seen. Instead of just the irises being black like bears had, the orbs were entirely black, reflecting their soul.

Naked. Kita mumbles to herself. ‘I did make him promise that I would try, and I know he would want me to keep it.” As her eyes surf over Lyle’s magnificent wide chest. Then there were those broad shoulders and his muscular back. Kita stares in amazement once she gets a glimpse of his firm, round buttocks! His skin was so light she could see the intricate pathways of his veins. His nipples, which are the color of melted caramel, are the darkest things on his body. His dark hairs, discernable against his tanned skin, taper down to his stomach. Oh, those muscular and sweetly bowed legs, so strong.

Let's kill everything... Dave grabbed a handful of nuts from the bamboo bowl. When Dave went out in public, he wore glamour, which altered his natural dark red skin and completely black eyes. His skin was a warm brown now, and his eyes were a deep whiskey color. I had become so accustomed to his usual shark-eye that the glamor confused me.

It unsettles me and strikes a chord of memory in the back of my brain, making me second-guess his hooded head with a serious stir of hesitation. A species whose skin is laced with black veins on the surface, which grow and spread, and eyes blacked to remove all color and white when using their powers… a lineage thought to be long gone or at least so few that none are ever heard of. They exist in books as a warning to others to never cross their paths, as a mere look can descend anyone into madness and a tortured end. He turns and sees my focus on his hand, before pausing a moment to also look down at what is now normal skin, and makes a soft noise under his breath that almost seems like a la

I exclaimed and started to scratch it but it kept on crawling to my face. I scratched it with both of my hands. I could feel my skin grazed by my nails. I only groaned but didn’t stop. The black patch was covering my entire face. Another snow breeze blew. The fine hairs on my entire body rose. I stopped scratching seeing the black patches reached my shaking hands. I rubbed my skin but it won’t come off until my skin was completely covered with darkness. I stared at myself with shaking eyes.

“What can I do for you? Goldie asks sweetly as I give them two menus to eat. As I am bending over to give the second person his menu, he reaches out to touch the only strand of white hair I have. “You are too beautiful for your kind… My kind? I pull away quickly, brushing the wayward white strand back before he can touch it. My hair is tied in two buns. Naturally, it is black with a pure white thread running through it. No matter what I do, it never takes color, so I leave it. My skin is the same way. A deep bronze brown color with a few pale white spots scattered across my body. I have one circling my eyes and one that sits on the left side of my wide nose. There is a small spot on my jaw a