Zoro Black นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Beside him, his daughter, Socha, fought with a cold ferocity. She was lean and fast, her claws digging into the charcoal skin of the abominations, but even their combined strength was barely holding the line. They were losing as the sheer speed of the black-eyed creatures was overwhelming the rogue pack. Suddenly, a streak of obsidian lightning crashed out of the woods. Zoran’s wolf didn't just enter the fight, he instantly dominated it. He lunged at the abomination that was about to sink its blades into Marek’s neck, his massive jaws snapping the creature’s spine like a dry twig.

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.

All I knew was I was running, and I was doing it as fast as possible…well, until I bumped into something as hard as a wall. “Easy…” The voice came in, and a hand surged forward, grabbing my arms and holding me still from falling. My breath hitched slightly, and I cast a glance, but in that brief moment of confirmation, all the air in my lungs vanished, and I froze. I had been too broken to play the voice in my head, but thinking about it now, he sounded as hot as he looked. Zaydeen Black of the Blacktorn stood at a reckless 6’4”, towering above me with a fucking six-inch advantage. He was dressed in a cosmic night suit, yet it hugged his figure so well my inner self churned from the sight.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

The Last Man Standing. Michael was sitting on the van looking at those zombies how they're in pain, and how they're craving for human flesh to devour. At that moment Michael felt like the world was slowly disappearing infront of him, or maybe it was just him who is fading away. The black hole in his head deep inside his soul slowy swallowing all his hopes and dreams. That was the worst moment.

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

The leader of the black wizards, the energy vortex in his hand shattered and scattered, crashing into the battlefield like a wild storm. I was thrown to the ground, my ears ringing. When my vision focused again, I saw Zaire—not Zephyr—standing behind the leader of the black wizards with witch hazel-stained claws embedded deep in his body. Zephyr held Zaire, his eyes widening as he realized the thick red blood beginning to soak his brother's body. Zaire… had killed the leader of the black wizards. "Zaire!" I shouted, my knees hitting the ground beside him. Zacharias was on the other side, holding Zaire's hand tightly.

I try to calm him, I give Derik a look “You could’ve at least given a warning.” “And warn that devil spawn?” He growls, his eyes narrowed above I follow his gaze to find the source. Zen’s hanging from one of the lower branches by a single hand. He’s dressed in all black. A dark, close fitting shirt, riding pants and calf length leather boots. He must be wearing a cloak similar to Lukas, since the hood is pulled over his head. He looks like a part of darkness itself, if not for the piercing silver eyes that look back down coolly.

Her expression became one of neutrality, and she struck out another fist! "Panther: Roar!" It was the same move from before. The technique and execution were no different from the first, but the effect was vastly dissimilar to the first strike. *ROAR* A thunderous roar shook the entirety of Zandor and forced children indoors. The earth trembled in awe as a massive energy swept over the planet. A gigantic black panther with a red star on its forehead made its appearance amidst the chaos. It's eyes were velvety red and its countenance was that of unquestionable authority. This was the true form of the Soul Weapon known as Panther!