Black Blood Chapter 14
black collars are thought to be influenced by space or the night due to their unassuming or mysterious nature. other interpretations of the black collar point to a more derogatory meaning; worthless.
Black Meridian: White Lies
#30 of black meridian black meridian: white lies - a short story set before the events of the main black meridian story, about nadine and her time in the sultan's curse.
The Last Theft of the Black Coyote
As the two left, the panther was left to stare at the two black figurines now sitting in the display. the two black coyotes howling to the sky, the silent howl lost to the sands of time. to an era of legends.
Ch. 0 - The Black Cat
More like... the black cat.
Black Lightning…Part One
This is how i got the name black lightning i am black lightning and i have a power! my power is the power to make black lightning and that is why i am named black light! i love to use my power but others think i am a demon.
Black and White Chap. 1
He's wearing torn jeans, blue sneakers and a black vest without any sort of shirt under it. the vocalist starts walking slowly towards the mic. i hear peoples mumbling.
Shrouded in Black, Subchapter 2
For a second time, randall froze, only now, his attention focused on the sheathed, black blade saddled against his left hip.
Shrouded in Black, Subchapter 1
black hooded robes rippled against it's body as he went. the figure's only color were two golden yellow eyes, piercing through the blackness, directly at randall. the eyes of a another wolf.
I'll Put On Black In Mourning
_i'll put on black in mourning_ _and cry myself to sleep,_ _and i'll be missing you,_ _my friend of ambiguity._ _grey, black, grey, black,_ _was always the pattern with you,_ _and now you want to leave me,_ _because you just can't cope._ _you lost
Black Haven Ch. 4
#1 of chronicles of breeg: black haven this is the 4th chapter of my novel. check out the link below to read it all: chroniclesofbreeg.blogspot.com a cool breeze howled through the suburban landscape of calina.
The confession before the black parade
The wind is cold, the sky is dark. I live in a house that is old, and i hear the sound of a dog's bark I have no one to play with. I have been beaten and abbused To some, I am only a myth. To others I am nothing but something to be used. I have...
Red Rose , Black Rose
#2 of poetry one of my first poems they were beautiful, so full of life and happiness, red roses black roses a sad but true symbol of death, beautiful even after; the fall of something nice, black rose red rose both beautiful in there