Yin Darker Than Black Novels & Stories

After Zhi Yin finish what he said and before Audrey Russel and John Hillary could even react, a black mist suddenly shot out from Zhi Yin's right hand as the two black mist buried themselves between the eyebrow of the two person kneeling in front of him. Three seconds past and the expression of the two scientists becane dull and lifeless as both of them knocked their head in the floor, paying an obedience to Zhi Yin. Zhi Yin saw how they react and he cannot help but sigh. He use the power of his darkness ability. He found out about it when his in seclusion, that his darkness ability can manipulate a person and the more powerful your darkness ability is, the more effective it is. So, after kn

’ Elize thought *********** Dark noticed that in the other house, two women and one man were staring at him. He even frowned when he saw the man's familiar face. "Dark." Dark looked at Trans. He's got Black cards "It's morning," Dark complains. "You know that each second many people die in this world." Says Trans. Dark switched off the treadmill, then wiped off the sweat and approached Trans. He took six black cards and went through them one after the other. "I already told this one, the stubbornness," Dark said

The women in the room leaned into each other, their eyes glued to the sharp lines of his charcoal suit and the way his muscles moved beneath the fabric. “Oh, goodness! Is that Zaydeen? Zaydeen Black of the Blackthorn family?” one woman whispered, her voice trembling. “Oh, fuck! Damn! He is so hot! He is so fucking fine!” another gasped, her eyes wide. “I would let that man do anything to me,” a third lady whispered, fanning herself. “Can you see that manly hand of his? Look at the veins.” “I see them,” another squealed in excitement. “I bet those fingers would leave me trembling and begging for more. Just one touch from him and I’d be gone.”

Ajay is right on one thing, these men are shameless disrespectful sex maniacs! Averting my gaze from the emotional torture brought about by that scenery, I ricochet my distress around the corners of this black-painted hall. Black-representing the dark sins taking place here. The evil roaming in this whole place. No other colour would have fitted these walls better. The red lanterns on the walls are doing enough justice in illuminating the black-painted hall. Good combination - red and black. Evil and danger. Cold and deep.

The darkness closed in around him, its power overwhelming and absolute. When the ritual was finished, Ryder was changed. He was no longer the same man, but a shadow of his former self, bound to the will of the silver-haired woman. His eyes now mirrored the eerie glow of hers, a testament to the dark force that had claimed him. The weight of his new destiny pressed heavily upon him, as he stood in the ruins of the ancient church, forever linked to the legacy of darkness.

Others, further away, only heard the chilling scream. "You... Who the hell are you?" the lead thug stuttered, stepping back in fear, supported by his associates. Quinn smirked. "Who am I? Your worst nightmare, obviously." Unable to hold back any longer, Yaslyn pushed her way through the crowd to stand in front of everyone. She glanced at the elegantly dressed Quinn and thought his white outfit was a waste. He would look even more captivating in black, like a brilliant star in the night sky. Addressing the crowd, Yaslyn calmly stated, "We at Dark Night Bar don't welcome troublemakers. I'd advise you all to leave promptly."

Vikram pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in crimson light. At the room's center, on a throne-like chair, sat the Master. The Master's gaze commanded attention, his piercing eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. His skin was deathly pale, yet radiant with an unnatural glow. Chiseled features, sharp as cut glass, seemed carved from the very darkness itself. His raven-black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that was both beautiful and terrifying. Full lips curled into a sly smile, revealing razor-sharp fangs stained with the remnants of his last victim.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

White skin, check. Face? Nah. Is that even a face? She approached us with two other women behind her. But how they walk towards us amazed me. The surroundings are like in slow-motion. Just like Catriona Gray did? Lava walk? But their walk is called differently. 'Whore walk' it should be called. They look like fools walking. It's still slowing down, you seem to be in slow motion, huh.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.