Sky Dweller Black Face Novels & Stories

*wink*' I let out a low laugh, 'And he's back!' Blackmailer- '*wink* did you fall from heaven?' I rolled my eyes. 'That's an old one.' Blackmailer- 'Because your face is all messed up. *teary laughs* Me-'*unamused faces* actually it is messed up because I crawled back from hell.' Blackmailer- 'I don't ever doubt that. *wink*' Me- 'I was actually sent here to pick up their leader, you.'

With just a call, the group of black-clad men lurking around Lane Manor appeared. They were all death dealers hired from the black market who would do anything for money. And their leader was Earthrank elite number thirty-two—Dwight Houston of the Crestone Fists.

Some recognized me. Fewer recognized Lyra. One or two whispered her name. “Walk like you mean it,” I muttered to her. “They smell fear.” She stood a little taller. Just a bit. Enough. We slid onto bar stools like they were thrones, and I flagged down the bartender with a snap. He was a grizzled werewolf in a torn tank top with a beard that could house secrets. “Well, well. Rebekah freakin’ Black. Haven’t seen you in years.”

Long hair and a beard I just want to run my hands through and. Wait, no! I do not want my hands anywhere near him, or his perfect body... Stop, pull yourself together! Before I know it he is standing beside the bed, towering over my now shivering form. He slowly sits down in the chair next to me, never once breaking our eye contact. He smile at me and for a moment, I think I'm going to pass out. "Hello mate. I am Zane Black, Alpha of the Shadow Walkers Pack. You however may call me Zane, or whatever you like, but don't call me Alpha."

“Why are you home early? Thought you just left??” The deep, commanding voice freezes me in place. Damien Blackwood step from the hallway like a shadow made flesh — tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, commanding, wearing a fitted black t-shirt that clung to muscle and authority. His presence fills the entire room. I take a look at his intimidatingly handsome face—Strong jawline, Dark hair, neatly trimmed beard, Deep brown, controlled, intimidating eyes. His eyes lands on me And for a moment… I stop breathing.

Successes don’t really interest me right now, but fuck it if I am not eager to see a little ray of sunshine in all of this matter somehow. “Scoundrel? And the police hasn’t taken care of them?” I ask knowing just like Edmond Raye, this spoilt limb will become a problem in the future too. “Well; they are the living to their name. The Black Ghost club. No one has ever seen their faces, always with horrible looking mask which I will admit, is scary. The police has somehow or should I say conveniently avoid them?” Dante says adding more flesh to what he had previously said. My blood is boiling on the inside. I’m angry. I want to take my gun and go on a rampage, to kill everyone of those motherfu

She didn’t realize it straight away - she discovered it when someone touched her buttocks with a cold belt, pushing her to the wall. No one said sorry - dozens of faces were passing by, not even noticing her. Except for one person - Dervel. Dervel's face emerged from every corner, his visage twisted into a sinister grin. His once-human features were now distorted and monstrous, a reflection of the evil he embodied. His skin was a deep, unsettling black, a stark contrast to the pale moonlight that bathed the nightmare realm. Dervel's eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, locking onto Jenn with a predatory intensity.

"You have no idea what is coming." "Who are you?" Darius demanded. "I am Moira Blackthorn. And I am the one who will destroy your precious omega rights movement. By destroying every pack that supports it." She raised her hands. The symbols on the cave entrance glowed brighter. And from the darkness behind her, a hundred shadow creatures emerged. We were surrounded. Outnumbered. And I realized—we might not survive this.

The blurry faced figure turned around and stretched out its hand intending to snatch the smoke however something unexpected happened. A hand quickly came out of the smoke and stabbed through the chest of the blurry face humanoid as another figure emerged from the smoke, however unlike the first one his face was not blurred. He had a handsome face, dark skinned with large deep golden eyes that had red at the edge of the pupil. His nails were extended, pointy and painted black. They looked hard with lines like the bark of a tree. With his hand still in the chest of the first being he tilted his head to look at Anderson who was standing outside the circle with a smile. “Hello Mr. Anderson, I’ll

They turned to see a short man with a blue face, pointy ears and black eyes with a dull red iris that spooked creatures, he also had a smile that makes you know you're on enemy ground, "So" he started, "Who wants to strike a deal?".... ******************