A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety Novels & Stories

The execution was sparse and brutal. Within three minutes, the primary highway was blocked by a chaotic tangle of overturned wooden crates and seemingly panicked Lycan drivers who had dropped into their two-legged, human forms to mask their size. When the lead imperial road engine—a massive, black-iron leviathan of riveted plating and smoking chimneys—cleared the southern crest, its engineer immediately slammed the iron brake-levers forward, the heavy steel rollers screaming as they skidded across the wet gravel.

My underboss appeared at once and bowed his head. "Send her to the Blackwood family," I ordered. "Tell their Don I am giving him a gift to settle our old grievance. He can trade her for territory or send her to the red-light district. If she ever steps within ten miles of Colombo territory again, execute her on sight." "James, no!" Angelina wailed, reaching toward me. "You cannot! The Blackwood Don is a monster!" "Be grateful I left you alive," I said, my voice deadly quiet. "If I discover you had even more to do with Leticia's disappearance than I suspect, I will come kill you myself."

in bed. An hour later the city gave way to dusty two-lane roads lined with scrub brush. A hand-painted sign on the side of the highway caught my eye: RIVERBEND BIKE RALLY – 2 MILES. Music thumped in the distance, deep bass and the roar of engines. I almost kept driving. But something in my chest flipped,a reckless little spark I hadn’t felt in years. I turned.

The regret and pain continued to multiply, slicing his heart into pieces. After waking up hungover during yet another morning, he wandered to Lily’s house with bloodshot eyes. “I’m begging you, Lily. Tell me where she is.” Lily slammed the door in his face, but he seemed to lose the last of his sanity. He drove his car straight into Lily’s house. “Tell me! Where’s Mia?!” “Have you lost your mind, Leonard?!” Mike, the Alpha, stopped him furiously, but Leonard continued to rage drunkenly.

5:45 am, Lane Residence, Ravenwood. She was being pursued, she had to keep running. Why was she in a forest, the last thing she remembered was falling asleep on her bed and now she was here. She didn't even know what was pursuing her but she knew she couldn't let whatever it was catch up. She looked behind her and it was getting closer and in her panic, she didn't see the elevated root and she tripped. It was over, she had been caught. Fear gripped her, she could feel it behind her. She raised up her head to see what had been chasing her...

"Oh my God, isn't this the heir to that major corporation? How did he end up in such a terrible crash?!" Zoey went over to see what the fuss was about and discovered the person in the photo on their phones was none other than Adrian, whom she hadn't seen in days. Zoey hurried back to her office and pulled out her phone to watch the trending video. In the video, Adrian lay in the driver's seat of a luxury car, his head covered in blood. Rescue workers eventually managed to get him onto a stretcher. Lying on the stretcher with blood on his lips, he struggled to speak to the camera, "I'm... I'm... sorry."

© Written by Victor Olusa Episode 9 CHICAGO At the early hours of 5am, three black Range Rover Jeeps plied the non busy road of Adeola Elolad road, the trio arranged in a sequential order moved at an average speed of a hundred miles per hour. The glasses of the three cars were tinted, thereby not allowing the occupants of the cars to be known when viewed sideways by other motorists. Three black Mercedes sport car were spotted by each of the drivers of the Range Rover Jeeps coming from behind at full speed.

Tristan slammed his hand on the release lever. The airlock hissed open, and the roaring, freezing wind of the Emperor’s Highway slammed into them. **The Highway Battle** Stepping out onto the roof of the moving cargo cars was like stepping into a hurricane. The *Mammoth* was barreling down the thirty-foot-wide stone highway at seventy miles per hour. The wind shear tore at Tristan’s coat, threatening to rip him right off the edge and send him plummeting to the plains beneath. He dropped into a low crouch, his boots gripping the icy metal slats of the roof, and looked back.

The driver shut the door, and soon they were on their way in the black-tinted Maybach. Hayden and Cassandra walked alongside each other as they reached the elevator, riding the thing up to the second floor. The elevator suddenly dinged, revealing a greeting view.

He turned to the next camera. This highway was the one that led back to the city. He watched closely as the cars were stopped and searched. They were searching just as thoroughly, enough to satisfy him—but then something caught his attention. Just at the end of the line, a black car pulled up. Dominic had no idea who was driving; the windows were tinted. Every part of it was black, so no one could see inside. He looked closely at it. There was nothing exactly strange—other than the tint, of course.