Zoro Black Novels & Stories

In the room he looked around, a worried expression appeared on his face: "This has nothing to do with me, I'm weak. How can I kill him? Captain Stan looked at the young man in front of him, at his small body. He wears a pair of glasses that makes him looks like a student; his body is small, about 1m59 in heights. He pondered: "Who is it after all; it's already the third case. What does that black rose mean, why does every case have a rose in the victim's mouth?

“Everything is fine. Please don’t worry.” “We will leave in a day for Phantoria.” Zahir said. Zahir had black eyes and hairs too, but he had white highlights at the tips of his relatively short hair. He had a right eyebrow piercing. He had a light moustache and coolly shaped beards. He was well built, tall, and very intuitive. He wore similar normal clothes like Amor's but he kept his shirt’s buttons loose, revealing half of his bare chest. Even the sleeves of his cream shirt were folded up, creased on his biceps.

He could see a silhouette of a young man, walking towards him. Amari has rested assuredly. They had won the second stage. The guy with raven black hair, dirtied face, and black blood covered in his clothes and face. He wiped it off and put back his sword from his waist. "Amari, I'm sorry." He said worriedly and offered his hand to his comrade. Amari almost cried in relief accepting, his hand. "We did it." Amari looked at the Whole Arena. The dead SCHIZOPHREN was laying in the ground with its tentacles splatted all over the place. Alkhun has defeated the monster. They started to see the people outside. Looking at them in awe.

I mentioned, then, I thumbed up at him. “I was just reserving this trump card of mine, but now, there’s no holding back anymore. It’s now the perfect time to test the might of this Zodiac Union,” he uttered. I nodded at him. Then, I guess this is also a rampage for us. There is no stopping me now. I called my celestial weapon too and transformed it into a black katana, a Japanese kind of sword I used to see on animes and I coated with a condensed dark energy coming Mammon.

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h

Lucian and Zara didn't walk out of the shattered master study; they stalked out like two apocalyptic gods of pure vengeance. Zara had completely discarded the sheer black silk robe. She was now encased in sleek, pitch black tactical Kevlar, her dark hair pulled back into a severe, unforgiving braid. The breathtaking, untouchable bride was entirely gone, violently replaced by the absolute, lethal Sovereign of the Valerius empire.

Through it all, Reiki was still erupting up in the skies. Clumps of black flames raged over the hilltops, sending smoke and ash up in the air as the devastation raged on. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Soon, amid the black smoke and ash, a large group of people darted out of the vortex. Seeing them, Harvit and Tobik got to them before anyone else, their eyes soon narrowing. They were all Zorondans, covered in blood, their auras erratic and panic showing all over their faces.

I flew down the stairs knowing it would be easier than walking, and keptmy head down, so I didn’t trip. Nevertheless I felt a wall hit my forehead. I lost balance in the air, having me fall to my feet, I’d rubbed my forehead not in pain just making sure it didn’t bleed, seeing shined dress shoes and a rusted band. I slowly brought my head up seeing a black cloak with the Ankh symbol on it, Professor Zaro, I gave a grin in my eyebrows colliding together trying to stay positive.

Thorne snapped. Zora yelped and Kairos sprung from where he was pinning her down. She rolled off the backside of Kairos’s bed and stood up, shoving her stray strap back up her arm. Her sweatpants were hung low on her waist, as if someone was in the process of taking them off. She wrapped her arms around herself and glanced down at the floor. “What do you want, Blythwitch?” Kairos snapped, all of his old self showing. “What are you doing with her!?” Thorne hissed. He watched as Zora scrambled around the bed to pick up her discarded hoodie and cover herself. Kairos just stood there, bare-chested, belt un-done and the Moonraiser fire in his eyes.