Black Chain Novel Novels & Stories

🔞🔞The Black Ace🔞🔞 ♠️ Chapter 6♠️ ♠️ ELIZABETH ♠️ Sighs! What an exciting life I'm living and the best of it is that, there's no consequences and no responsibility. It may seem unbelievable to some people but in my case, it's the truth. Being alive means enjoying oneself to the fullest and there's no better way to live than to really get on the edge. Everyone has this something in their life that makes them feel alive. Well in my case, there are 2 things that make me feel alive, The first one is killing.

Alexandra couldn't and wouldn't talk even though a piece of her heart was dying each time one of her men was killed before her eyes. However, it was getting harder and harder not to break, not to give in. Her body and mind were always in flames, being broken and bent out of shape over and over again. She had never known pain like this; she had never known hatred like this. She was losing herself in the darkness, in the pain. There was nothing left but blood, pain, tears and an agony that knew no bounds. Base had become a land of pain for anyone different, anyone out of place. There was no light here any longer; what little compassion Idris had once held towards Black Wolf Clan was dead and b

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

"Service. Loyalty. A vow written in your blood. I am the keeper of the Black Book, and I require hands in this world. You, Bianca, will be my hand. My voice. My weapon." The name, The Black Book made her blood run colder than ice. She had heard whispers of it, legends tangled with mafia oaths and blood moons. The book that devoured souls, the book men killed and died for. And now, its master was here. "I…" Her lips quivered. "If I say yes… I will see him again?" The shadow leaned close, its ember-eyes burning into hers. "More than see. You will cradle him, kiss him, raise him. The curse will vanish. All I require… is you."

He didn’t even seem to notice me. “Shift,” Xareth said coldly. “And get me the Heartstone.” I blinked. What? I turned to him, trying to read his expression, some sign that this was a sick joke. But Xareth’s face was carved from stone. No humor. “No…” I whispered, backing up. The pieces were snapping together in my mind, too fast and brutal. Rhydan’s weakened form. The full moon. The Chain of Thorns. And then I felt it, that first awful snap in my bones.

The braids of dark chocolate hair were sticking to the neck, the deep blue eyes were pink, and they presented a ghostly look, in which there was fear and the water was still. Alexander eagerly leaned on her lips and took them into his captivity. Bella was surprised to feel his soft touch, which suddenly intensified and took her breath away. I felt that she might be taking her last breath. She was still writhing violently in Alexander's hold as Alexander released her from his savage frenzy and pulled away from him, collapsing on the pillow as she began to recover her erratic breathing. She went to her back, which was quite visible due to her deep throat.

Layla winced at the last sentence. The voices stopped. Then a scene slowly came into view. She was wearing a purple silk dress. It felt like heaven on her skin. A thick . . . white fur was hanging on her shoulders. The dark-skinned man who had called himself her father in a vision from before tossed a stack of cash at her with disgust. The money was wrapped with a paper strap. “We don’t need that bastard’s dirty money. And what made you think we were going to take it!” he hollered at her.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

And now, finally, the means to set them free are within reach. I lean back in the chair, the book open before me, and allow myself a slow smile. The witch who broke the first chain, Hazel, is here. The gifted wolf, the pack with their precious unborn child of the gifted wolf, all gathered neatly on Blackwater land. Fate has delivered them into my hands, wrapped like an offering. The witches once thought they had written my ending into this book. But these pages will mark the beginning of something else entirely. My army will rise again.

“ No! “ I exclaim. “ Fine then, prison it is for you. “ He says in a cheery tone, knowing he has me trapped. If only I didn’t blackmail him for money. He sits back on his chair and starts doing his work, looking at his screen whereas I just sit there, cuffed thinking about my future. Do it for Tim, Emma. Just close your eyes and say it. “ Fine, I… I’ll do it. I’ll be your mistress. “ I whisper, my voice barely audible but he hears me. “ Sweet, sign here then. “ He mutters, taking out a bundle of paper. He had it planned since the night I blackmailed him, didn’t he?