Yin Darker Than Black Novels & Stories

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

He blinked, and the shielding of his eyelashes momentarily covered the beauty, naturally long and soft looking- feminine compared to the rest of his well-structured features. By the time the stranger's eyes opened again, that beautiful green that was vibrant turned into something so malicious, dangerous. Darkness engulfed the dark eyes, turning them into something much colder, demonic. Around his eyes, veins pulsed underneath his flawless complexion. "You'll regret ever being alive." His voice was just as deadly as he looked.

Such souls had no place in my dark utopia. Meanwhile, Zeve’s soul print was an interesting mix of light, darkness, and grey. She had it all in herself. Zahir’s soul print was pitch black, the darkest shade of black, with no hope, happiness, or emotions. His soul was no less than a black hole. It could eat up all the light in this world and still be starving. Yet he pretended to be on the brighter side. Well, what else could we expect from a person who was born with forbidden knowledge?

Every earthy, oversexed inch of him absolutely repelled her and there was a certain deadly attraction to that amount of revulsion… Christophe moved with the grace of a prowling tiger. He had the face of a dark fallen angel and the stunning magnetism of a very physical male. She studied the dark planes of his impassive features, the clear golden eyes set beneath winged black eyebrows and the savagely high cheekbones which lent such fierce strength to his face. Her gaze glossed over the stubborn jut of a decidedly Greek nose and the wide perfection of his narrow mouth before hurriedly falling away.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

We ate lunch in the quiet room, discussing the witch clans' current state - which was far from ideal. "Break time is over," Susan announced. As Jennifer settled into a holster chair to observe, Susan encouraged me to take deep breaths and handed me a dark stone called the 'Black Night.' Unlike light magic, there were no spells to recite for this one; the magic just came naturally. I held the stone in my left hand and let the power flow through me. The exertion was much less than light magic. It engulfed my palm in black fire, starkly contrasting the tiny balls of yellow light from before. "It seems Leia's stronger in black magic," Jennifer commented. I gave her a puzzled look.

not typically gray. “How dare they set our own brothers against us!” Dark Clans! Listen to me, vile sorcerers have taken over the minds of our dead brothers, turning them into bleary-eyed zombies. Seth hisses indignantly. A murmur of indignation swept through the ranks of the army. Alud narrowed his eyes, then sucked in the air with force through his nostrils. So it was in front of them were like dark zombies, controlled from home. These creatures no longer had a mind and were only brute force, absolutely not appreciating their lives. The very existence of these creatures caused disgust in the dark ones. In fact, the dead bodies of the dark brothers were used against them. There were many ha

SIENNA He is unbelievably tall. Even taller than I imagined. He's a towering pillar of muscle and menace. His raven-black hair is slightly tousled like he just ran his hand through it. And his eyes? pitch black, dark as the starless night sky, burns into mine. My Dark Horse is no longer a silhouette. He is a living, breathing force of nature in an all-black leather outfit, his presence so heavy it’s suffocating. I stand speechless, pupils dilating with need.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.