Novel & Cerita Black Books Characters

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

Jasmine It had been three days for working for them, and I'd come to a minimum conclusion. Lucien Theron Blackwood—The silent and rude one. Micheal Valerian Blackwood—The overly organized one Archer Stephanos Blackwood—The one who seemed a little normal.

“I’m too old for the ambition game and not exactly sure how I could betray anyone here.” Balric eyed him suspiciously and prayed he wasn’t making a mistake. “Caius’ daughter, Danielle, she’s different from the rest of us. The black book did something to her, something I think the deabru wanted to happen. I need to know everything you know about that book.” Ian frowned. “Did she use the thing as I did?” He almost sounded worried. “No, why?”

“This book is not a confession. It is a record. Of power, of violence, of velvet and blood. And of the people who lived inside it some survived. Some did not.” She stared at the word “record.” Too cold. Too safe. She added a line beneath it. “If I vanish, this is the map.” That stayed. The fireplace snapped behind her. She kept typing. “The man they called Blackthorn was not the villain. But he was not a hero either. He built the stage. He built the machine. Then he fell in love with a ghost who broke it.” Her mouth tasted like copper. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday. She didn’t care.

*** 02 | T H E B E G I N N I N G OF A N E W L I F E *** The clink of sharp weapons interlocking can be heard from the backyard of the residence of Sir Damien Blackheart. The noble-class vampire in the kingdom of Trinity Kingdom. And the older brother of Michelle Joanne Gibbons. Michelle, the girl who was fast asleep a while ago, has now woken up, slowly changing her position from lying down to sitting, rubbing her eyes while trying to regain her sleeping consciousness.

CHAPTER LXIV: The Thirteenth “RAID, do you know her?” I asked him with crease in my forehead. He became stiff for a while and seemed like he was hesitating to answer my question. “Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Ophra, the chosen user of the thirteenth grace of celestial zodiacs, Ophiuchus. And one of the new captains of Black Thunders. Nice to meet you. Anyway, I’ve met Raid earlier and she helped me in carrying my things to Archmaster’s office,” the woman introduced herself and she was the one who answered my question.

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

Only this time, there was no Havoc jumping out to ward off danger as I run for the forest. Once I pass the tree line, a much larger version of the black wolf is there, waiting. I turn to go and have an enemy on either side and nowhere to run. The bigger of the two wolves shifts back to his human form. He’s massive, with long black hair and even darker eyes, a scar running along his jawline on the left side of his otherwise strangely handsome face. ‘This one is full of Evil’, Bella said as I backed up against the tree nearest where I stood, shifting myself.

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"What is this betrayal, Xavier?" “I guess I’m the lost one.” Everett murmured underneath his breathe. "You killed my parents. And then you made me work for you??" Xavier uttered, flames coming out of his body. Blackwood laughed, "All I did, was clean up an infested dump." He shrugged. "Dump? THOSE WERE PEOPLE!!" Xavier growled. "Oh, my bad. They didn't look like people to me." He laughed out, maniacally. This man, is psychopath.