Black Bellied Novels & Stories

"Now." Marvin checked his phone, scrolling through the encrypted channels. "The boys from the Iron Anchor are circulating the printed copies at the harbor," Marvin reported, a vicious smile cutting his face. "Alexei’s dockworkers are mobilizing right now. They just figured out the exact coordinates where Tokyo hid the black money. You think they’re gonna sit tight?" "The union guys are losing their minds," Sophia added. "The anger is spreading. They want blood." The news broadcast blared from the wall monitor, lines of text exposing the entire syndicate to the world.

" Archer shrugged. “ So what's up with the girl?" “ She's a walking demon. A second Cassandra. " Bellamy said and Archer gasped. “ A second?" “ She behaves exactly like Cassandra. Looks like Cassandra. Gosh everything she does reminds me of that bitch. " Sebastian grumbled. " Let's just go back to the ship. We can continue shopping later. Let's play more board games. “ Meanwhile Bianca was still in the mall searching for Bellamy. She saw her entering the mall with Jon but now she's gone like she disappeared. She came out of the mall and was unfortunate to see their boat leaving.

He's not kidding. I nod. "Dinner's ready." *** 4am. The cabin door rattles with three loud bangs, followed by another three, and then another. It makes me wonder who the hell would come here this early in the morning and why they’re being so demanding. I rush downstairs to find Oliver behind the door and when he opens it, two large men stand glaring at him. “The doorbell is just as effective, you know,” he says sarcastically. “We’re looking for a lady named Bella,” one of them says ignoring his tone, while the other peaks into the house over Oliver’s shoulder. My heart skips as his eyes land on me.

"If they reach the border towns of Aethel-Luna, nothing will be left to bury." "They aren't just wandering," Kael said, pointing toward a massive, dark shape rising from the ice-shelf in the distance. It was the Black-Site, a windowless structure of carbon-fiber and steel, partially buried in a glacier. From the top, a single beam of violet light shot into the sky, acting as a beacon for every shadow in the waste. "The signal," Elara said, her white hair whipping in the wind. "It's not a call for help. It's a Dinner Bell. The Site is running out of power and is calling its 'children' back to feed."

Noah flinched, “Well, let’s look at the bright side… at least he didn’t vaporize himself.” Blackie snorted, “…he can’t vaporize himself any more than you can soothe yourself.” “Oh. Well… at least he didn’t vaporize the water he’d already drunk?” “Yeah, good thing that one finely steamed stomach wasn’t on the menu…” “…Blackie …I realize that black humor fits in well with your name… and personality… but there is such a thing as being too black!” QAQ (≖_≖) “Is that a veiled insult where you tell me that I shouldn’t be myself, Black?”

The expression on Xyrielle’s face also instantly changed, and she could not help but stand up in unison along with her few friends as they looked toward the big black steel cage. “Mr. Babel, is there still something else inside that big cage?” Xyrielle asked Mr. Babel, who was next to her. Mr. Babel’s eyelids twitched slightly. “Yes, Miss Xyrielle. There is a huge black bull inside the cage. That is the only bull with a white horn, and it looks a little strange and eerie. That is the reason why it has not been released yet!” As Mr. Babel spoke, he hurriedly used his body to block Xyrielle’s body.

Moana’s POV The grand bell did not just toll; it shook the very marrow of my bones. Each deep, resonant boom echoed off the jagged canyon walls, a formal announcement to the entire territory that the Blackthorn lineage had supposedly ended. They were singing a dirge for a living Alpha, clearing the table for a vulture. Sharon Bloodclaw.

I heard Kael say. I was surprised that he would speak to me. Of course I was not well, everything that was going on was irritating to me. " I am okay" I lied, as I flashed him a smile. It looked genuine but he did not smile back. His face was the way it was and it even scared me more. I could hear the bell ringing from the hand of the council leader. " You all know why we are gathered here. A blood marriage was done yesterday and it has brought us freedom, it has sealed it for us and we can not live in peace" he said.

“Mae.” “Scholarship?” I let out a sigh that seemed to come from my entire soul. “Is there a sign tattooed on my forehead or something?” “No sign.” He pushed away from the locker casually. “Blackthorn just has a very efficient system for making sure everyone knows exactly where they stand.” I opened my mouth to respond, but something in his expression shifted first. The easy friendliness in Jason’s expression faded almost instantly. I turned before he could say anything. Immediately I caught sight of Cole Ashford who had stopped walking.

This bell only rang twice within a day: once at lunchtime, and once half an hour before dinner, to signal it was time for all residents to rest and retire. My teeth chattered. I looked weakly in the direction the sound had come from, believing I could somehow see it if I tried. It was evening already? Where had the time gone? I was certain none of us had been in this room for more than an hour. Maybe more time had passed in the journey here than I’d even realized, but that couldn’t… How long had I been dancing? As if reminded that a great predator waited at my throat, I looked back to Madam Dro, with fear making my movements sluggish.