Sukuna Black Novels & Stories

First room was the one that he brought me in a while ago, and the second one is this room where I am in. The monster department sent a total of 13 Malemyn which has 3 black stages, 4 red stages and 6 yellow stages Malemyn. I heard from Jevro that the flying monster called Sikriya. It is a monster with bird body but has snake head. It doesn't have unique power but it has venom and can fly with a high speed.

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.

I leave my room and go down the stairs, when I reach the living room, an entourage of about 15 men dressed in expensive black suits is waiting for me, they all look at me with respect. “Gentlemen, one of the rats went out for a walk in my territory, although it is in neutral territory, it needs to know that you do not play with me... I will go in the BMW, cover the perimeter and if anything comes up, they know very well what they have to do...” I do a pause to look at their faces, in their eyes there is only one thing reflected, excitement... “that none of their men remain alive...” they all nod and leave my presence, I walk to the kitchen and drink a glass of water in That moment I feel the

He doesn't answer, just nods. I sigh and look around the diner. It's Saturday evening and a lot of customers are beginning to step inside. The bell on top of the door rings, signaling their new customer. I stare at this new customer and cuss underneath my breath. All of a sudden, the place seems small in the presence of my boss, Killian Black. He's dressed in a dark green denim jacket, and black pants. I don't get to stare at him for too long because his eyes meet mine at once.

Can't a girl catch a break. I heard their bones start to crack as they shift back into their original form naked. There didn't look ashamed of standing naked instead both if them looked surprised of me not standing naked with them. In their dreams. They looked at me with pure hate,I couldn't recognize them but I had a feeling they weren't part of the midnight pack and they weren't rogues either. "So she is the famous Alpha Black, the one we were sent to kill."The skinny wolf said ,he has scars all over his body and his dick was short. You won't blame me it was so funny.

"But..' she whispers. 'Not now..' he said again, and completely vanished from the room. He walks outside the main gate of the palace, where the garden lies. Petals of sakura leaves were falling down from trees. Surrounded by the sakura trees and a fountain in the middle. Alkhun looks at the water in it and saw the reflection of himself. Black greyish eyes, with black messy hair and white tan skin, pointed nose. Nothing special really, except. He shoved his hair on the forehead theirs a noticeable black scar, a Finger big, undefined shape. He doesn't hate it, he sure doesn't. It is the symbol of the Witch Family of the West.

He was the Beta of the Blackfang pack, the man supposed to be the Alpha’s right hand, and yet he was the one leading this suicide charge. I turned my head toward Lucian and let out a sharp, ugly sneer. "You truly are a great leader, Lucian," I said, my voice dripping with enough disgust. "Being able to cultivate two traitors right under your nose. It’s impressive, really." As I spoke, I reached down and drew my sword as I shifted my weight, dropping into a low fighting stance, my eyes tracking the wolves jumping over the railings. Lucian’s face contorted with a sudden, violent rage. He bared his teeth at me, his eyes glowing with that dark, predatory light he always carried.

The aura inside Le Ciel Blanc turned as scary as the grave. Julian Blackwood, a man who once glorified pure Alpha blood, now no longer cares about the rest of his humanity. A sick obsession with Chloe boils over his sanity, awakening the mutated monster instincts that have been forced to life by Baron Vane's dark science.

he demanded, his voice laced with anger. Sabrina's face broke into a grin, but to my shock, she transformed into an unfamiliar woman. She was striking, with black eyeliner accentuating her midnight-black eyes and black lipstick on her lips. Her white hair cascaded like snow, and she wore a black corset dress that added to her enigmatic allure. Her sharp, black nails gleamed menacingly.

The moon hung high, swollen and silver, bleeding its glow through the tangled branches of Black Hollow Forest. Luna Cross moved like smoke—silent, seductive, untouchable. Her black leather pants clung to her hips, the crimson crop top revealing the jagged scar above her navel, a relic of a fight she barely survived. She didn’t run with a pack. She didn’t obey rules. She fucked, fought, and vanished. Rogues like her weren’t supposed to survive long. But Luna didn’t just survive—she owned the night.