Sky Dweller Black Face Novels & Stories

he said coldly. "I apologize if I've caused you discomfort,I do confess to having been observing you, I'm an artist and I find your face interesting "I replied. For the first time, something flickered across his face. Surprise. It vanished almost instantly, replaced by that same unreadable calm. “I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Dominic Blackwood ". "I'm pleased to meet you Mr Blackwood ",I smiled, hoping that in the dark he would not read the panic in my eyes.

“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.

Dark circles sit beneath thick brows, his expression hollow and intense all at once, and combined with the oversized sweats and black vest, he genuinely looks like a wealthy serial killer trying homelessness for the first time. But the thing is… The math isn’t mathing here. Homeless people are not usually built like Greek gods under emotional distress. My eyes narrow suspiciously at the abs on this guy. Then his skin. Moisturized. Flawless. Like he spends his free time bathing in shea butter beneath a full moon. Nothing about this makes sense. I take one cautious step deeper into the house as the stranger continues staring at me without blinking. Okay. Now I’m uncomfortable. “Who the hell ar

she says with her trembling hands on the door. "You have my word," I say and she goes back inside as I put the flash drive in my pocket and seconds later, a purple-faced Blake, motherfucking, Dawson opens the door and the look plastered on his disfigured face makes me cringe. Scott sure worked on his face alright. He literally ruined the guy. He's in a white vest, flip-flops and black shorts that make his legs seem a little... bow legged? Or maybe I'm just seeing things.

Villa said holding the book to her. Rebecca combed over until she saw almost at the end a page half full, there was the name of Skyler, two little dots drawn with a measurement between them and the initials D/W afterwards. "What does DW mean?" "Day Walker" "What?" "You know Skyler is a vampire right?" "Yes, but, day walker!?" "She was bitten by Vlad Dracul and thanks to that she slowly managed learning to ignore the sun" Rebecca's eyes were like saucers "How do you know this!? Why is her name in this book!?"

Squat forms with swine-like heads and leering eyes that mocked him "I...wh..." The words refused to form as he fought to breathe. He could almost see the other men plotting and planning. Blood was staining their fingers, flowing from the ceiling. Blake stood near them, his face distorted and maimed, grinning as he chewed the loose flesh from his own cheek. He felt long, cold fingers clutch his chin, and his head was tilted to meet the eyes of a dark warrior. Power exuded from the austere form, freezing his blood and cooling the sweat on his skin. "There is no turning back..."

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