Pitch Black Skin Novels & Stories

He crouched before her, the soft ground giving way slightly under the weight of all his armor. She smiled, a real one like when they were both kids, but it was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. She was still just as beautiful as the day they first met. No, that was not right. She was even more beautiful. Her pale white skin seemed to be made of porcelain, smooth and unblemished. Her vivid green eyes sparkled in the waning light of the suns. Boro recalled how shocked he had been when he first saw her. White skin was a rarity everywhere on Korone, the two suns of the planet gave the people a range of skin tones from light tan to black as night but hardly ever did people have skin like he

His eyes glowed green, They were beautiful but most certainly inhumanly green contacts. He had a beautiful white smile and his K-9 teeth were more pronounced. His black dress shirt was tucked into his black slacks. The shirt opened half way, exposing his chest. He was mixed, His dark tan skin looked smooth and shiny with sweat, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was confirmed.

It had been years of being the strong and young budding alpha female, and in one night, it seemed all of that had been taken away. The wolves of the Craw pack were black and strong, their eyes a variety of colors that changed based on their mood. The wolves of other packs had similar characteristics and sometimes you could only tell the difference based on scent and markings. “Other packs” however, did not include the Decent pack, the pack of the white wolves. They were the outcasts and had gone into hiding for many years now because as Isha had always been told, they were a mistake to the werewolf lineage.

Though it was not my fault in the way they had believed it was. 'You are wonder, lily,' he used to say to me, because she was to him. But also, because I was pale. White as melting slabs of iceover a river in spring. Where other members of the Blood Moon pack had skin the yellow of melted butter, my skin was like ice, my hair pale, too, like a curtain of white silk cascading down my scalp onto my shoulders and further below, to the indent of my waist.

“How about your dad, what do you know about him?” “Not much,” I propped myself on the bed, crossed leg while he sat on his study chair. “Mom said he was a dangerous man. His name is Pechschwarz.” Marco’s brows furrowed as he rubbed his clean shaved chin. “He’s German?’’ I shake my head no “it’s what she calls him. Pitch Black, that’s why she named me Black.” He bobbed his head up and down, “where did she meet him?”

I look to the side to see Atticus ripping her in half. When he drops her corpse, he looks me dead in the eyes. Giving me my first look at the legendary "Final Shift." His canines are poking out from under his top lip, and his bone structure looks sharper. But other than that, the most noticeable difference is his skin tone and his size. His skin is no longer a natural color at all. It isn't a healthy brown like my father's or a nice golden like mine. It's as if his peach skin tone has mixed with his wolf's blackish-brown fur. Giving him a greyish tone.

He laughed uncontrollably making me jump unexpectedly. “You humans are hilarious; you seem to fail to realize you all are born of the same mother she knows no color. Your skin is a mere formality where genetics are concerned you all come from an Annunaki woman whose skin resembles the sky of the universe from which the lords rule over. Your skin represents the colors of the world in the purest forms that come from the creation of the royal blood line of the Annunaki, and the slightly diluted color of the LuLu of those who were created to serve the Annunaki.”

he smiled proudly, showing his perfect white teeth which really went well with his white hair, and added flash to his black eyes. Lilith looked at him with admiration. He was very good looking and so we’re his features. He had a darker skin shade than Lilith’s which was caramel. He dark skin and black eyes went really well but then the twist came with his hair which was oddly white but that did not make him any less good looking, he still looked very handsome and could make any lady ogle him. "Oh OK" she cut off her wild thoughts and return his smile. "Actually, I am glad you're here. There is something l need your help for"

“And imagine, as incredibly pale as I am... I’m considered kind of tan. You’ll notice Kohl and I are like... a whole shade darker than my parents and sisters because we actually go in the sun.” He chuckled. “And I’m glad that you’re kind of tan. Makes you look more human. I mean—no, not like that. I mean, you look alive. You sisters look like ghosts, or even corpses.” He smiled. “Where I’m from, and I imagine here too, pale skin is a sign of status, a sign that you don’t have to work in the sun, and within noble circles it’s held up as attractive.”

It was hilarious! Born with black hair, dusky skin and honey brown eyes, Zivah Chopra was a stunner. She had coloured blond streaks and they looked striking on her wavy pitch black hair that reached just below her shoulders. Her face was slightly oval with heart shaped lips that made the perfect pout. Zivah, as her name said, was a light of brilliance.