Zoro Black Novels & Stories

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.

“May my loyalty be unbroken, my magic be true.” “May my loyalty be unbroken…my magic be true.” He reached out a gloved hand, pressing two fingers to my forehead. The leather was warm, pulsing faintly against my skin. My vision darkened at the edges. “Welcome, Zara Blackwood.” Suddenly, a deep growl rumbled from the doorway. It was so low yet it rattled the candles in their sconces. The flames flickered violently, casting the room into chaotic shadows. My heart leapt into my throat, slamming against bone.

"I don't think you can imitate the act of spoiling if you tried, at least not with me. I'm sure Zara can relate though, remind me again why she is not here?" "Who is the man holding onto you?" Xhecon asks, ignoring my argument with my father, and drawing my attention to the tower of heat I had all but forgotten. The obsidian-eyed god, who had been silent during the whole exchange responds. "Zedane Rhage, Alpha of the blackwater pack." His voice is delicious, it sounds like the undercurrents of rumbling thunder; starting from his belly and vibrating its way through his chest and out his throat. I would moan just from the sound of it, if the circumstances were different.

Their leader now seems weak in their eyes for targeting such a respectable group and it shows. "Thank you. We weren't expecting such manners from the females harvested from Earth. So you must know I am Zor. The females beside me are my fellow Makskins. We are the true prizes this Harvest," Zor says furthering the divide between herself and her comrades. I just bow again. Nothing she says can get past my exterior now. I feel invincible. "Yes, we know who you are, and as for who is chosen first as the best prize...That is yet to be seen," I reply as I slowly raise my head, and lock eyes with her.

I try to swallow, but my mouth has gone dry. Zane Orion has slightly Arabic features that are prominent in his midnight-black hair, his straight nose, and his full, smooth lips. It further fuels the mystery that shrouds his personality. His jaw is so square, it looks like he was carved by a master sculptor, and his hazel eyes with their striking gold, green, and brown colors have a piercing quality to them that I think he highlights by dressing in all black almost every time. I don't think there is a picture of him online where he is dressed in color.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

"You plan on killing everyone." "And I plan on starting with you," Zora whispered as she pushed her hands through the portal. The sparks flying around her fingers increased as she muttered a spell under her breath. "Ghai thuzar jhakita op lik..." "Elora..." "... Htak ishtah zhwart humbil..." "Elora, get out of here..." "Hakim zithub arole hafig DEATH!!!" "ELORA!!!" A large beam of light, encircled by a black cloud that whispered lullabies of death, shot out of Zora's hands and headed straight for me. Alexander screamed my name as the beam grew larger, it's speed increasing with every passing second.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

"You're right. A one-on-one is too slow. Come at me together. I'll kill every last one of you." Then, he charged straight into them like a tiger let loose in a flock of chickens. Black energy surged around him, dark and bottomless. He looked like something that had been dragged up from the abyss. It was the unmistakable mark of the Black Arcane Arts. Screams rang out one after another as more of the young elites fell. It was one thing to lose to Kaldor. There had been a crushing gap in both power and status. But losing to Zeke? That was something they couldn't accept.