Yin Darker Than Black Novels & Stories

Yifa nodded in response, expressing gratitude, "Yes, I did. Thank you so much. I didn't realize how famished I was until you provided me with food." "No problem at all. How are you feeling?" Black continued to inquire, ensuring her well-being and readiness to carry out Killian 's instructions. Yifa shrugged, her voice tinged with a hint of indifference, "I've experienced better days, but I suppose I'm alright for now." Black pressed his lips together, contemplating the situation. He acknowledged that the woman before him had seen better days, yet he also understood that his loyalty lay with his best friend, Killian . Given the choice between Yifa and Killian , Black would undoubtedly choose

"I'll ask you one last time. Why did you betray us?" The man on the throne-like chair leaned forward and folded his hands as he looked at his prey in the eye. His forest green eyes were barely devoid of any emotion. His chestnut brown hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie lay loosened around his neck. Even if he did not show any emotion, a dark and dangerous air filled the room, forcing everyone to suck in a deep breath. The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again.

“The so-called Tai Chi giving rise to the two principles is the union of Yin and Yang,” the black-robed elder spoke each word deliberately. “Black represents Yin, while white represents Yang. Nowadays, it’s precisely because Yang is flourishing while Yin is waning that the Law of Heaven is in disarray. Otherwise, how could someone like you appear?” After hearing this, James inhaled sharply. “So, you’re saying there’s never been true darkness and light in the world, no such thing as righteous and evil?”

She had once been the feared Queen of Witches, until the werewolves destroyed everything she had built and left her to die. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer a queen but a powerless werewolf. Stripped of her magic, her position, and the life she had once known, she was forced to survive among the very people responsible for her downfall. Then there was the man who had led the massacre. He claimed she was his mate and wanted her as his Luna. She would gladly accept it.

They are blinded by emotions that I had successfully kept away from me. If humans were made from a color. Maybe wine which was a darker shade of red itself, then I was made from an even darker shade and the darkness that I had embraced for years had now become a part of me that would never fade. I was dark… I was Black… in fact. “You seem as pale as a half-dead to me, Ama. I can't even see that dark shade of red and shouldn't that be noticeable since you claim to be so dark-”

Putri finally joined with Andros and Bila. Previously she had helped Andros and Bila's side, not only that she had also helped long before they decided to fight. Naomi's death, the death of her partner—Putri herself was very confused. She realized that Naomi was not just a partner to him even before the battle began. And, when she saw the vampire die right before his eyes, it was completely impossible to tell how it felt. Naomi has always been cold, she looks like a shadow in the dark. Putri knows that a shadow like Naomi will not be seen in the dark at all, that is the reason why at the end of her life Naomi crossed the darkness and into a ray of light.

And it was downright stupid to believe that it would work out like some fucked up yin and yang concept as if a balance was achievable. No, Miranda wasn't the cliched light to my darkness and I wasn't the stereotypical darkness threatening to swallow her light. She had her own darkness and when we were together, it begged to play with mine. Our darkness danced together, calling us to one another in a way I knew light never would—innocence only turned on motherfuckers who didn't enjoy the thrill of playing with someone fierce enough to fight back.

“Who took her away from me?” Yoren received no answer. The darkness remained silent. Yoren's fury blazed hotter and hotter until it finally erupted. He growled and started moving again, faster and more violently than before. He lashed out, striking at the emptiness, and charged forward aimlessly. Yoren assaulted the darkness mercilessly. He punched and kicked, tearing through the air as though he intended to destroy the entire black world around him. Several moments passed in this outpouring of emotion before the two white lights appeared again. This time, they were closer.

His eyes, already dark with rage, turn pitch black—the eyes of a wolf who has lost everything and has nothing left to lose. But it's his fur that steals the breath from my lungs. Black. Not the dark brown of a common wolf, not the grey of age or the silver of moonlight. Pure, absolute black just like my Damain wolf—the color of a moonless night, the color of the void between stars. It ripples across his body like liquid shadow, absorbing the torchlight, making him appear less like a living creature and more like a hole in the world. I've heard stories of Gracia's wolf from Damain.

I repeat and the white witch scoffs. “Kian,” She gently says, laying a hand on his arm. Immediately the wolf relaxes and the black in his eyes fade, revealing a golden brown. “Not war, love.” She says smiling. “Our magic responds to one another, like yin and yang. Dark and light. We are similar but not.” “We are in harmony,” I add, feeling it as our magic explores one another. “Opposite but complementary.” “So, you are not ready to fight?” The darker-skinned male Rhett called Hunji asks.