Bardock Black Novels & Stories

“The blue line. It turned black. What does black mean?” Rian stopped walking. His grip on me tightened. “Blue is the acceleration,” he whispered. “Blue is the artificial attempt to bind.” “And black?” He looked at me. His expression was unreadable. “Black is permanent,” he said. “Black is the biological acceptance of the foreign soul. It means your essence has fused to the pack lineage. It cannot be undone.” “So I am the Anchor forever?” “No,” Rian said, his voice dropping to a rough growl. “An Anchor is a role. A job. This mark… this is different.”

“You sick, delusional, fuck!” “What the fuck?” My father, current alpha of Blackstone, Bart Black, booms across the field. My mother, Beatrice, is at his side, weaving through the crowd. His alpha aura pushing down on all of us. But it doesn’t stop me from beating the life out of my brother. “BANE! ENOUGH!”

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

he asks. “Yup.” “Then forget it.” “No?” He stares at me like I just reprogrammed his brain with HTML code. “Why didn’t that work?” he mutters. I shrug. “Maybe I’m stubborn.” “That wasn’t stubborn.” His voice returns to normal. “Humans can’t resist alpha command.” “Well,” I say, “Congratulations, I just did.” For a moment he looks almost thrown. Damon Black…yes, the Damon Black, leader of the most feared biker gang, everyone is scared of, actually looks confused.

He continued, "The main thing is, Corbin has hidden tricks, but I'm no brainless brute either. Do you think I haven't prepared anything myself?" Under everyone's watchful eyes, Koda deliberately paused for effect. Then, looking triumphant, he pulled out a small bottle from his chest. Opening the cap, he immediately poured out a black pill. Milo stared intently at the pill, licking his lips with greed. "That's actually a Bloodburst Pill! It can instantly ignite a martial artist's blood essence and boost their strength by three levels. This ninth-grade supreme elixir is incredibly rare… Koda, you got this from Mr. Livingston, didn't you?"

Thinking it's a nice investment if I just show a little interest by investing. " Mr. Black." Harry calls my name. " I'm gonna think about your offer, Mr. Bart." I say, taking a sip from the glass of liquor he offered me. Fuck, whiskey. I don't drink whiskey. I take my eyes off the dance floor and glance at the dark liquid in this thick glass in my hand. I frown and stretch the glass to my guard who's been standing at a corner. He hurries to take the glass off my hand. " You don't like the drink?" Harry asks.

Once there, the session could take on a life of its own, Ponds warned. But all Michelle had done while under was mutter things about falling, endlessly falling. Gibberish about having a twisted spine, and her flesh and bones melting; a body ravaged by fire, leathery, with black fibers running riot throughout it. She had actually used those words: BLACK . . . FIBERS . . . RUNNING . . . RIOT, speaking in a flat, monotone voice that was more than a bit spooky. Something TATTERED and ANCIENT, which felt CORRUPTED and DISEASE RIDDEN to her.

“Where did you all come from? What are you doing here? This is the Drake family’s ancestral ground and sacred land. If you don’t have any business here, please leave at once. If not, don’t blame me for being merciless.” “I want to see Ragnar!” The black-robed man in the lead said. “Who are you? Do you think you can see Grandmaster Ragnar just because you want to? Get lost now if you know what’s good for you. If you take another step forward, don’t blame me for killing all of you.” The black-robed man did not say anything. Boom! The black-robed man emitted his late Infinity Rank energy, causing the Drake family’s ancestral ground to shake. “W-Who are you?”

I called him, the pale fingers that did not look like mine caressed the nanimorto face "dear... is dad, wake up..." My eyes blurred, it was so hard to see if he was okay, if he was breathing now, if... if there was something different. "Sir..." the voice I thought was from Abbadon called me, it was so serene and at the same time worried "the young master should get better after resting." "It’s a Samael potion" another voice said "will work." What if it didn’t work? That doubt made my body shudder, made an overwhelming cold invade my spine and freeze my bones.