Black Buck Novels & Stories

The other people nearby shifted awkwardly, and a strong tension filled the room as they quietly moved toward the door, recognizing that Derek was not someone to mess with. “Blackwood?” I said, breathless, my mind filled with images from the scary stories my mom used to tell me about the notorious Blackwood pack. They lived in the cursed, always frozen north—a place where few people risked going without serious problems. My thoughts mixed with wonder and fear, and I felt a chill of fright creeping into my mind. What had I just gotten myself into? My head was full of thoughts. This outlaw might be one of them—the famous group I thought was just a story. This was my first real meeting, and exci

Only when I had put enough distance between myself and the clearing did I finally glance down at the crumpled chit still clenched in my fist. One single word was scrawled there: BISON. I stumbled slightly, disbelief punching the air from my chest. A bison? Were they serious? Massive, horned beasts, nearly impossible to take down alone, even for an experienced hunter. But there was no time to curse my luck. Behind me, the ground shook from the weight of something heavy moving through the forest. Fast and violent. I twisted my head and caught a glimpse through the trees. A large wolf with sleek black fur and glowing eyes tearing through the underbrush—Dante. Not Ronan.

I needed a whisper in the right ear to make Mistwood realize that Blackwater had friends they couldn't handle. I started walking down the central aisle. The mud was thick, sticking to the soles of my shoes. I saw a group of Northern warriors sitting on a pile of crates, drinking something from a wooden flagon that smelled like fermented honey and jet fuel. They watched me pass, their eyes tracking the way I moved. I felt like a prize poodle walking through a wolf den, even in these rags.

The sound of a pack recognizing their Alpha. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching him bask in their adoration. This was Lucian Blackwood. Not the hedonistic playboy who treated his office like a pleasure den. Not the arrogant heir who propositioned me while still inside another woman. This was the Alpha who had leaped through a window to defend his people. Who had fought on the front lines. Who had led his pack to victory against a coordinated attack. And standing there, watching him move through the crowd with blood on his skin and triumph in his eyes, I felt something shift inside me.

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

This must be how those 130 people died! Blackie felt sick to his non-existing stomach from the IQ-negative dialogue he had been forced to listen to, “…I’m pretty sure those 130 died due to a deer-caught-in-headlights car accident…” Noah finally took a moment to respond, but his response made Blackie want to cough up blood: “Blackie, I remember you mentioning how you come with many super useful functions. Do those functions include a mute button?” Blackie: “…” (ꐦ ◠‿◠) ‘Heh… heh… sure… that’s why I won’t be saying a word later when you beg me for help after your “good brother” rams his thick cock into your little virgin ass!’

I turned away to give him privacy, and I heard him laugh. "You can watch, I am not shy. Besides, we have seen each other," He teased reminding me of our hot moment by the fire. The memory made me horny and I wanted to be touched, but I refused to turn around. After some seconds of quiet, I turned and saw the majestic big black wolf. Alex had shifted. His wolf held a presence. It was bigger than all the wolves I had seen in the yellow moon pack, his eyes were black as night, and they held control.

This man took my breath away in a most terrifying way. "Ah, this must be the young Evelyn you have told me so much about Sasha." He turned to my mother, talking as if I was not there. The lurid looks he kept giving me were not missed either. He finally turned his full attention to me, and just like that, air, poof, gone. "How nice to meet you, Evelyn. I am Kent. Alpha of the Blackwater pack. It seems that we are going to become a lot closer. I'm looking forward to it."

The blood splattered on the ground, but it also could not lessen their anger and desire to kill people. “all of you, turn back, let’s chase her” The biggest guy spoke aloud in a hoarse voice. Each of his dragon tattoos on his neck and the back of his neck became wrinkled because of his anger. They continued to return to that place. Suddenly, a large animal blocked the way. It extended its sharp claws toward the group of people. One by one, they were torn apart in the middle of the forest, even the biggest guy. The animal looks like a big wolf. The animal smelled and it chased in the direction in which Lily was running.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.