Batman: The Black Casebook Novels & Stories

Then Kai moved it toward her across the desk. - What's that?- Miyuki asked, touching the book lightly with her fingertips, but still felt the slight vibrations from this volume. - You are studying, so you know for sure that one need a textbook to learn from. You could say that this is a textbook that contains the basics of magic. It has what I already talked about, but with more details, so I would like you to read at least the first chapter during this week, until our next meeting.- Kai explained.- Now, as we have fifteen more minutes, we will try to release your power that you have crammed deep inside yourself.- he added after a moment, getting up from his swivel chair, then walked over to

The contents inside of a black envelope were of utmost importance. I raised a brow tilting my head in that direction. “Care to fill me in on what is inside?” His brow raised matching mine. “Actually, my initial thought had been to assign this case to you. It is what prompted me to become apprised of your unknown whereabouts as I had attempted to reach out to Elijah. Imagine my surprise when he informed me you had left his coven days ago. Contacting you directly crossed my mind, but it was obvious your plans required that of a more private nature. So, as you now know, I brought Thalan and Lilith in in hopes of finding out just exactly what my little angel of death had been up to. And, well, h

(BLACK KNIGHTS) “NOW, now, now. Who could that be?” Beatrice asks, giggling and still dancing under the shade of the blood red moon. Thinking, no, planning her next move while she is weighing the facts, the significance and darkness of the characters of this world and book will benefit her. The perfect two knights that she needed. The rightful once to own the black title. “Of course!” she laughs, coming with the conclusion and choosing the ones that she needed to be her pieces. “Let’s have that person, shall we?”

"Black looks more authoritative on an official transcript, but blue retains much better in the subconscious when you are dealing with complex notations." Caelith didn't flinch, but her hand immediately dropped over her open canvas bag, her palm flattening instinctively against the heavy fabric to hide the shape of Orin’s unreadable leather volume resting deep inside. She had become cautious of every single thing that happens around her. She turned her head slowly, her spine going completely rigid.

"This damned cat! Fuck you!" As the door is kicked in, a loud voice yells. Mattia walks in with Ares in his hands and hissing as Ares tries to get away. Mattia throws him down so hard that he lands on his paws. Ares sees me and runs over to me. "Fucking hell, that cat is a devil." Mattia snaps as his hands brush against his black pants, which have small cuts on them. Nice job, Ares.

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

Cassie said after thinking it over. This made Ama feel a bit better. She knew it was silly. Cassie had described him from her perspective, but he could treat her completely differently. "Ahh, speak of the devil and he appears," she remarked. She glanced where Cassie had gestured. Sure enough, Sebastian Blackwood was nearby, studying a list that Madam Rachel was showing him. Ama felt her knees weaken at the sight of him. “I know he’s one stunning man,” Cassie said with a smile, sensing Ama's reaction.

Ancient tomes, black sealed ledgers, scrolls bound in silks the color of dried blood, enough dangerous magic to get them both executed in a dozen kingdoms, spilled across the map. I arched a brow. “Please tell me you didn’t get caught.” Tarin’s smirk widened. “Please. We’re ghosts. Besides, the Restricted Archives barely noticed we were there.” Thessaly snorted. “A librarian noticed.” “Barely,” Tarin said with a wave. I set my tea aside and pulled the nearest tome toward me. Black Court: Lineage and Rise. The cover alone radiated old, foul magic, the kind that whispered if you listened too long. “How much of their shit did you take?”

The auctioneer casually shrugs. “If you don’t believe us, you’re welcome to inspect the records yourself. Anytime you want. We have everything documented—every crime, every victim, and every piece of evidence. Here at the Dark Knights, we don’t deal in rumors or half-truths. We deal in facts. And the fact is simple: Nolan Blackwood isn’t here because of bad luck or some conspiracy. He’s here because he deserves to be, just like everyone else before him.” Damon looks sick. He stumbles back, his hand raking through his hair as he stares at his brother, who’s now frantically trying to break out of the booth.

My body buzzed from the alcohol and the orgasm. The music thumped and I let it pull me. My arms floated at the surface. My hips swayed. My wet shirt clung to my skin, see-through now, lace visible, nipples hard beneath the soaked fabric. I didn’t care. I felt hot. Wanted. And then I looked up. And froze. There, above the pool, leaning against the iron balcony railing with a drink in his hand, was him. Chance. Professor Black. His black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of ink trailing down his chest. The sleeves were rolled, forearms tensed, veins tight.