Pitch Black Skin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I fіgurе іt must be hеr trаdеmаrk. Her ѕkіn is раlе and ѕісklу. Her hаіr іѕ jеt blасk. It’ѕ literally mіdnіght blасk. Shе’ѕ bone-thin so lеаthеrу аnd tіnу.

"Your eyes are like the ocean, Sir. Your eyes are clear as if they can see through everything. They suit the noble Fisichella name." Were my words flowery enough? I was being sincere, though. He's beautiful. That was my first impression. He looked so holy. His skin is pale and white as snow. He has long shiny silvery-white hair with bluish-white strands that looked rebonded but what caught me mesmerized was his eyes. My heart throbbed as I drowned into those familiar eyes. His eyes were like a familiar gemstone that reflects the ocean, a blue topaz. A light blue jewel shining.

Her fingers were no longer fingers but blackened claws dripping with something thick and dark. Her eyes... God, her eyes... were completely black, swirling like endless pits of shadow, soulless and hollow. Her mouth stretched into a grin too wide for her face, her teeth jagged and sharp, some broken, others too long, protruding like fangs. Her lips were cracked and peeling, revealing the raw flesh beneath. Her skin had deep, pulsing veins that glowed faintly with an eerie blue hue, shifting and slithering as if something was alive underneath.

I said, Carly is black with black hair and green eyes like me and Rose hair was dyed pink and she has blue eyes like Eva but Eva's hair is Sandy blonde. " Girl that was one hell of a show you have us today" Rose said to me , by now I already know that she is a talkative because since I got here she haven't keep quiet. " yeah he has no right talking about or insulting your skin colour" Mary said, She is black so she understands how it feels for a white person to talk about a black person skin colour " please don't insult my Mason like that and girl watch out for Madeline that girl is a bitch she likes Mason and won't stand anyone insulting him" Mia warned me

In just a moment, the black mist around the Sea God had been completely obliterated. A body that was completely like a human was revealed. It was just that there was a layer of black scales on the surface of his body, like fish scales, densely covering his surface. Except for his face, palms, and feet, the other parts of his body were covered with black scales, which looked a little gloomy and horrible. Wisps of black mist floated out from the black scales. This was an extremely evil and dark power, which made people feel as if their souls were about to fall into an endless dark abyss.

he says and pulls me down the ship. The port smells of fish, but it’s tolerable. Although, Pitchford port is cleaner than this. As I am pulled away from the harbor and our ship, I scour the kinds of people around us. They are a mix of features, the same as with Pitchford citizens. Their skin ranges from very pale to darker olive skin. Most of them have dark hair, but there are also some with blond and red hair. As I look closer, their eyes are in different colors as well–brown, amber, hazel, green and blue. “There’s the inn that offers delicious food,” Theo interrupts my thoughts.

I smile. “Are you ok darling?” My Mum asks. “Yes! I’ve never felt better!” I growl. I continue to the shower room. I walk in and stand in front of the mirror. My Mum, Dad and doctor stand in the doorway behind me. “It will take some getting used to Killian, you’re lucky you had that mask on or you wouldn’t have any skin.” My Mum explains. “I’m… I’m… WHITE!” I screamed. “Killian. We can do things to improve that. It is due to the white plastic melting into your skin. It has caused a chemical pigment change to your scarring.” The doctor explains.

I hissed. “I dare not.” His eyes darted to mine, then back to my fur. “I have to inform you… this resembles vitiligo. A depigmentation disorder. It is common among humans, and sometimes animals. But—” he paused, and his voice dropped lower, “I have never, in all my years, seen a demon with it.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You insult me. You think I came here for human diagnoses?” “It is no insult,” he replied quickly. “I tell you what I see. The skin, the fur—it loses pigment. There is no pain? No burning?”

I get the words out, tryin’, but failing, to hide the tremble in my voice. He doesn’t answer. Rather, he just steps forward into the “sunlight” and lets those strange rays hit him. That's when I get a proper look at him. His skin's pale as porcelain, like if you poked him too hard he’d crack. Thin, aye, but there’s muscle under it, wiry and springy. His hair’s a messy halo of golden curls, cherub-like, but his eyes... There's no irises. Just two black pits ringed with blood-red veins that twitch faintly.

"Let's look at the lacy teddies and silk nightgowns, brass and panties over here first. Now let's. What's her complexion? Is her skin tone pale and pure like the driven snow, alabaster yellow like the sun, or bronze and slightly tan?" "She's none of those. She's deeply tanned like sweet caramel, with smooth skin like milk chocolate." He said all grinning. The lady's eyebrows slightly met in the middle as she licked several times quickly. "Excuse me, honey. Did you say milk chocolate?" Jake went on to repeat Hailey's description. Bo-mi interrupts him. "That's okay, honey; you don't have to say no more—I get the point. Let's move on. Now, do you need any protection?"