The African Black Has Been Harvested To Near Extinction Stories

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Vampire Infiltrator and Zombies

by Samuelx on Nov 25, 2017
NonHuman

"When the Zombie Apocalypse began, we blood suckers were just as surprised as anyone else, I mean, we definitely did not see this shit coming" Faisal Adewale said, flashing a toothy grin, and the towering, burly and dark-skinned Nigerian Vampire smiled, then passed the binoculars to the woman next to him. He did not need the high-tech binoculars to see into...

Patriarch of the Vampire Race

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

The name is Richard "Dick" Blackstone. I'm dead serious. That's the name I go by. A big and tall Black man in his late twenties. Usually clad in a Black leather jacket over tight-fitting dark clothing and Black leather boots. That's how I appear to the world. And it suits me just fine. In the eyes of the world, I'm the founder and CEO of Blackstone Limited,...

Empire of a Thousand Universes Ch. 07

by DetectiveSpecialist on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

**Author's note. If you are reading these lines, then you are one of the few who has not found this story to be unmitigated trash. Let's face it, this story hasn't been one of my more popular endeavors. I'm not complaining. If you had told me when back when I submitted my first story to Lit that it would have gotten only a few hundred hits, I would have...

Wolf Versus Zombie

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

The dark-coated Wolf wandered through the forest, if such nightly prowls could truly be considered wanderings. It had been ten years since The Fall. The Zombie plague came, wiping out ninety percent of the world's population. Ten percent of seven point one billion is still a lot of people, some would say. Of course, those who would say that are without a dou...

Superhuman Race : Extinction

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

My name is Ahruanna Rubin. At least, that's what I go by in this lifetime. I am a professor of World History at Harkin College, a small private school located in the city of Weymouth, Massachusetts. I got hired by the school last year and it's been a blast, really. I love my job and I am thankful for every day that I have in this place. Most of all, I am tha...

Blacked - Legs wide open

by Bazelbrush on Apr 22, 2025

Authors Note: Hey guys! I'm unlocking the story now that the story is set in motion. We have photos now too! Write your own storylines, and create whatever fantasy you want in this world! Let's get BLACKED! - Baz No one knows exactly how the Black New World Order began, only its end result: the permanent advancement of Black Men to the forefront of breeding....

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The Vampires of South Sudan

by Samuelx on Oct 31, 2018
NonHuman

"Politics find common thread everywhere," Mustafa Machar said to himself, as he languished in his little cell, awaiting his execution. In a few hours, the sun would rise, and for the first time in centuries, he would be there to greet it. It would be the very last thing he ever saw, for the light was lethal to his kind. Can't escape genetics, Mustafa thought...

Haitian Werewolf Chronicle

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Imagine for a second that the year is 2000. Some of your friends and family members that are gone now were alive and well then. By most counts, 2000 was a great year. A time of optimism in the United States of America and the rest of the world. Technologically, it's quite backward. No MySpace, no YouTube and no Facebook. AOL rules the Internet. Before the te...

A Superior Breed of Humanity

by Samuelx on Sep 15, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Everyone seems to think that genetically engineered human beings have it easy. I am a minority in a universe teeming with hostile humans and aliens who blame my people for everything that goes wrong under the sun. I have to be on my guard all the time. Every second of every day. Does that sound like fun? Yeah, that's what I thought. In case you're wondering...

Fallen Angel: Loneliness Itself

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

This place is a prison, Malik Aurelius thought to himself as he walked through the crowded hallways of the Carleton University Center, heading out. Mid-April and the City of Ottawa, Ontario, was still cold as can be, although, thank heavens for small favors, there was no more snow. The tall, brawny young African rolled his eyes as a white male student stared...