Pitch Black Skin Novels & Stories

‘What an unusual colour you are,’ I state. ‘I hear your mate is much the same…’ he stares as we start running through my land back to the pack house. I think of Khai and Lilith and note that he’s far whiter than Khai. Obsidian being a dark grey Wolf with browns smattered throughout his fur. But Lilith is pure white, with that purple glow that’s highly unusual and never heard of. In fact, thinking of it now her eyes are just the same. Glowing purple as Theseus’s do.

Our skins were the exact colour but judging from her body curves, she had a perfect shape. "Oh! Aria, your skin!" She pointed a shaky finger towards me. I raised my eyebrows at her in a puzzled expression. Skin? What was wrong with my skin? I bent my head down, my eyes on myself. I found myself gasping in shock too. I moved away, as though I could escape from my skin, almost knocking out the pail of water in the bucket behind me. Dark spots were all over my skin. Every part of my body had a dark spot. They were scattered everywhere. Some spots were brown and others were black.

"So are you blind, this is not the hair on your head, this is your skin cut from place to place. And are you getting lots of pimples on your face and you are black." Hearing this, she becomes completely silent and cannot say anything, but the old woman speaks again in her loud voice."I know some girls have a different beauty on their face,But that doesn't mean you're ugly, it's just that black girls have looks,And you should be thankful that your eyes are beautiful, which have two colors, blue and green. Your hair is long thick, your skin is white. There is not a single pimple on your face nor any stain on your body. How can you say that you are ugly. Look you may not be beautiful but you

Kisha Black, Ekron’s wife, was in her early sixties. A lady with her hair all had turned salt and pepper in color as almost half was white while the other half remained black. But her skin was like everyone else, tanned from constant, and almost daily work under the sun ever since her youthful days. Only recently did she lessen her loads of work as her health was no longer as vigorous as when she was younger. Some areas had shades, but their tasks were mostly done outdoors.

She watched this iciness spread from her veins and ooze into her skin turning it from a deathly pale into a sort of blue color, if she were to describe it it was almost a Saxe blue. Then a light caught her eye, in front of her burned a fire of the same Saxe color that was currently seeping into her pigmentation. Her pale fingertips reached toward it in an effort to find warmth and she watched with fascinated eyes as the tips of her fingers turned black as if burned from the icy flames.

As she perches on a bar stool, I settle down beside her. Tatiana is an incredibly exquisite individual, her distinct features being highlighted by her skin. Her condition, vitiligo, has resulted in the presence of white patches in certain regions. She presents with light, ivory-hued patches neighboring her facial and oral areas, which blend seamlessly with her brown complexion. Additionally, her thick, linear eyebrows gracefully rest above her large, languid brown eyes adorned with lengthy lashes, while her broad, two-toned lips lay across her facial plane. Notably, she possesses a series of white, freckle-resembling marks on her neck, along with a considerable patch traversing the extent of

So beautiful and satanic. His eyes were not coal-dark but ocean-dark, deep pools that seemed to swallow light and exude a cold, evil acumen. His sharp features were chiselled with almost supernatural precision as if a master sculptor had carved him out of pure darkness. His skin, though flawless, had an unnatural pallor, reminiscent of marble but imbued with a hint of something more menacing, like the whisper of shadows that cling to the walls of a forgotten crypt.

He tilts his head to his side due to which his cloak slips down from his head, revealing a face that will provoke a nightmare in anyone’s sleep. His is as pale as a sheet. His eyes are bloody red and his pupils are silver in color. The skin on the left side is cracked and sunken in, which is in total contrast to the smooth and tender skin towards the other side of his face. The skin on the jaw on his left is so thin that his teeth could be seen easily. Moreover, the skin on the left keeps flaking and thus, pieces of his rotten skin keep flying off every time he moves his jaw.

It was yinmin blue, a rare type of blue that I've only seen in mixed up chemicals. I'll have to get samples of that. His skin was tanned and it seemed to have a sparkle to it. It was like a little girl had sprinkled silver glitter on it. He was only wearing black sweatpants, no shirt covering his toned upper body. He looked like he had been training his whole life, with eight solid abs and biceps that weren't too big but were definitely obvious.

Aminah talked-shrieked again and we all stopped talking as she slide her phone's screen to the next picture. At first, all I could see was girls pressed together in some sort of hug, bare shoulders and lips painted in different colors, eyes painted in different colors too until I stared intently at them and I could start to make out their faces. Kosi Queen Dike. What? I peered even closer but it was impossible to mistake her for someone else, not with her skin color, dark cocoa color, and that face. God! She looked like a child, a pretty child with that face and that glistening skin. The God when skin. Black skin never looked more beautiful.