Sky Dweller Black Face Novels & Stories

“Labradoodle vibes." I olled my eyes, heart soaring. “Fine, genius, what else?” “Allison,” he said sounding serious, thumb brushing my cheek. “Allison Dove Blackwood. Graceful, fierce, like you.” "Allison Dove,” I’d whispered, tears falling from my eyes “That’s her name.” He.leaned to kiss me, breath warm, all I could feel was how soft his lips was but—BAM!—the door had exploded, “NYPD! Ethan Blackwood!” SWAT had stormed in, rifles flashing, yanking him away, cuffs snapping.

The man standing before her was taller than she expected. Broad shoulders. Dark tailored suit. Black tie. Sharp features. Cold gray eyes. The kind of face magazines loved. The kind of face villains probably practiced in mirrors. Power radiated from him effortlessly. Danger too. He didn't look human. He looked carved from stone. Damian Blackwood. For seven years she had imagined this moment. She'd imagined shouting. Accusing. Hating. Instead, her mind went completely blank. His gaze settled on her ID badge. Then on her face.

The door opened into a frigid office that had diagrams of the human body system on the walls. Dr Jake sat on the chair, looking dainty and immaculate in his white shirt and blue trousers. He brandished his guests a smile that showed his approval. Mrs Williams shut the door behind her and took a seat on the couch. Rosaleen stared blankly at the doctor she faced. He offered her a seat opposite him. He looked different from the previous moments she had seen him. His smile was so large you could barely see his brown eyes. Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee....

As he grinned, his white, utterly hairless face stretched like rubber. As one skeletal guard closed the door, another readied the chair at the end of the table. The pale man sat. He did not remove his hat. As Mother wiped her face with her napkin, Father cleared his throat. “Welcome, Mr. Cillian. I am Benjamin Blackwood. This is my wife Elizabeth—” He paused, for the skeletal creatures were marching over to stand behind his and Mother’s chairs. “Do continue,” said Mr. Cillian. His voice was excessively nasal. “Don’t mind the Reapers. They’re friendly, that’s all.”

Eician questioned as he fished around for more mugs and finding they didn’t have enough for all the people fooling around outside. “I nearly got a snowball to the face trying to get to the mess hall, so I wasn’t willing to risk going all the way after that,” Skye replied, giving him a long- suffering look. “You’d think this guys would have better aim but they’re terrible at hitting their targets.” “Fuck, it’s cold,” a familiar grumble came from the door as Dyllen strode inside looking bedraggled. He paused for a moment, surprised to find two omegas in his kitchen.

She challenged. “We are Shadow Dwellers.” He spoke. “I am Daniel. Drake sent me.” “What the hell is that?” she said confused. “Drake from school? You’re joking right?” “No Ivy, we’ve been following you around since you moved here, to make sure you are who you’re supposed to be.” He spoke. “We see both shadows and whites, do you know what those are?” Shaking her head, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Right, so you four are from the nuthouse. Guess what? Get out of my house!” she growled shaking the knife at them.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

wait how sure are you that she's there " Hope ask but I ignored her and superspeed out of sight . CAMILLA POINT OF VIEW I was chained down by faceless while stood at the corner sharpening his scythe . " tell how many souls have you taken ever since you return " I ask feeling bored , he ignored me like I was talking to myself ,continue doing his work. "hey what's your name huh " I ask but it still didn't work .I bit my inner lip then smirk " let me guess your name ..hummm maybe it's black face , black cloak , faceless , black smoke , evil man, scythe taker , under taker ... "can you please shut up " he thundered and I giggled

A giant figure stepped into view, a woman, if the word could even apply. She towered over the entrance, hunched and monstrous. Her face was twisted by time and rot, her skin leathery, her teeth yellowed and jagged. Blood stained the corners of her mouth, and her sunken eyes gleamed with a cruel light. “Finally,” she growled, her voice low and thunderous. “Sleeping beauty’s awake.” She laughed. A deep, guttural sound that rattled the bones of the cell. It was a sound that didn’t belong to any human, or wolf.