Air Monarch Black Novels & Stories

Everyone around was in awe, mouth gaped while staring at the magnificence of their leaders' legendary wings. “My lord, please don’t, let the wizards handle it,” lord Aizenberg tried to stop the prince after realizing what his lord wanted to do. But before anyone could move the Black Knight jumps off into the air, with one quick swish of his powerful wings he was instantly rising through the sky. From below the prince looked like a shadow of the legendary beast said to have been the ancestors of their rulers. His dark energy emanated like a thick cloud of smoke as he soared through the heavens.

Sprawling, imposing and obnoxiously sleek in its gloss black finish, it looked like a billionaire’s Batmobile with wings. But the jet wasn’t just black. Oh no, that’d be too simple for that demon. The engines gleamed with gold accents, like they were dipped in liquid wealth. Erebus, the jet’s name, was written in deep royal blue script across the side, the letters so elegant, they practically curtsied as I read them. The stairs were already unfolded, lined with what looked suspiciously like velvet carpeting. Because of course, even the stairs had to be extra.

All the guests looked at the sky, especially at the moon, waiting to turn red. Unluckily, Emily was praying that she was pregnant. She was closing her eyes and gripping the edge of her dress. It was almost midnight, and the moon was covered by clouds slowly showing. The alpha’s jurisdiction was chanting, howling, and chirping. Drake maintained his cold aura and expression while looking at the moon. A few moments later, the moon appeared, and its color was crimson red. His people howled and manifested. The Beta called their attention, and Drake poured a drink into his glass, holding Emily’s waist as her eyes went wide.

I begin really quietly, and he shushes me. “I know. I can hear your thoughts remember.” He mutters. “I just want to hold you, to smell you, to let my Wolf sense you.” I give him a small smile. “What is your Wolf like?” I ask. “In what way?” “Aeron’s Wolf is pure black. Is yours black too?” “No. Mine is black but has more silver too.” He says. “I can show you if you’d like.” “You mean, change?” I gasp.

The transition from the ancient, blood-soaked stones of Blackwood Castle to the sleek, brightly lit tarmac of a private airstrip felt like stepping through a portal into another century. A massive, matte-black Gulfstream G650ER sat waiting on the runway, its engines purring like a dormant beast. Emblazoned on the tail was the subtle, elegant crest of the Blackwood Corporation. Lucian’s golden eyes were wide as saucers. He gripped my hand tightly, staring at the flashing runway lights and the sleek metal bird. "Mommy, is that a dragon?" he whispered in awe, his small body practically vibrating with excitement.

We have a country to put into balance. Chidi " As you wish sir but it I may ask. Why not use Black Ace instead of using this dangerous individuals? King" (laughs) Black Ace is our ace in the hole, our failsafe, our kill switch and our ultimate weapon. Her skills is required for only special assignments. Just in case we have any emergency, she's the one to take care of it. Any questions? Chidi " No sir. King" Good. Carry on then. ****************************

Dear God I hope she's safe. The inner part of the jet was exquisite. So beautiful and had that rich aura about it. Mr. Black had gone upstairs to have some privacy. Yes! Upstairs. The jet was so beautiful and I only wished I never had so many problems at the moment so I could enjoy it all. Everything was black and white. I've never met a man who loved black this much.

Their fathers would always hire a private jet, but this jet was a thing of beauty. The outer hull was stunning. Black monochrome covered the body. An outline of a wolf on a dune can be seen on the tail of the jet, while the word Shifter Dunes was written in both Arabic and English can be read on either side of the main body. The cockpit also looked like the head of a black wolf as the white outline was artistically painted. The inside? It was far better than any jets they had rented before.

They bade Henry goodbye and went straight outside. "Should we go with a car or the bike" Mia asked "Car. I hope I'm not too picky" Delilah said "No, no. Let's go" Mia said after using the car remote control to open the doors. The car was a blue BMW Z4. They fastened their seatbelts quickly. All through the ride, Mia was being calculative over something precisely that she was almost unaware that she had reached the gate. She honked and the security guards opened up the gate.