Black Court Novels & Stories

"If we are going to build a dynasty to crush the High Court, we don't wait for them to strike again. Get the jet ready." "That’s my girl," Asher growled, a wild, approving grin slicing across his rugged face. By 2:00 AM, the lights of the city were nothing but tiny, glittering diamonds thousands of feet below us. The interior of the Blackwood private jet was a sprawling palace of dark leather, polished walnut wood, and dim, amber ambient lighting. The hum of the engines was a steady, soothing vibration that filled the cabin.

Captain Rowan stepped forward. "The Court of Blackthorn is now in session." Cassian read the charges one by one. "Theft of royal funds." "Extortion." "Abuse of authority." "Forgery." "Fraud against the people of the western province." Each charge echoed heavily through the hall. Cedric listened without interruption. When asked how he pleaded... He answered confidently. "Not guilty." A murmur swept through the crowd. Nova raised her hand. Silence returned immediately. "The court will hear the evidence."

The thirty Black Hawks were lined up like a silent funeral procession, their rotors still radiating a shimmering heat haze that smelled of burnt fuel and desperation. Skylar stood at the base of the boarding ramp, her bare feet numb against the freezing steel. She pulled Sebastian’s trench coat tighter around her, the collar turned up to hide the fresh, dark bruises Landon had branded onto her neck. The wind whipped the heavy fabric around her legs, snapping like a black flag that refused to be lowered in surrender. The bite mark on her thigh throbbed—a rhythmic, searing ache that felt as though Landon’s teeth were still sinking into her skin with every step she took.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

His aura became dark, I had to give him a slack his mother death was catastrophic, since his uncle found out about his existence and that he will never have a child of his own as a punishment from Selene for killing his alpha, most importantly his brother, the rumors went crazy of the usurper alpha of the black rose pack. I came back to the reality as Ade knocked the door, she went in and looked at me, she was in a long baby pink dress dread with golden flowers embroidery around the waist with a heart cut and mesh straps that came off her back, she walked in and looked at me “you looking fucking gorgeous Luka” she said, I replied standing up fixing my dress as I stand ”so are you Ade”, anoth

Black The Origin Chapter 23 [It has started! The Schizopren has started an effect.] Outside the Arena, everyone in the coliseum was terrified at the octopus-like creature crawling out of the gate. Everyone was terrified, it was a black creature inside the arena and despite the thick mana wall that's separating them from it. Its presence gives goosebumps to the audience. "This Trial was on a different level." Luther could hear the gossips of immortals watching the scene.

My heart pounded faster and faster as I watched two men approach me. Suddenly, the massive door at the top of the courtroom swung open, and whoever entered caused a powerful commotion. A moment later, I saw a man dressed in a black suit and a long black coat. Ash. Nicor and Calvel flanked him as he gracefully made his way down the audience stairs. The agitation of the crowd only rose when he entered the arena.

She told him how some people believed that a chief priest life depends on the existence of the black pot. A faint click of desperation in his throbbing chest and he was alert. He went back to the shrine, affirming himself that he was doing a holy cause. A cause that would give him a great stand when he starts the crusade. Spanning the width of the entire room, he noticed a multitude of clay pots at the right, circling themselves in an unusual way as if displaying a sign. As he drew closer, he saw a statue that stood in the darkness, close to the black pot. The statue was carved out from dried clay. It was carved in such a way that it had an abnormally long head and large breasts resembling t

Kristopher said it out loud and his grandfather somehow listened as he spoke in a shaky voice, "Oh, Kristopher. Look at that. He's banging her..." Matt Black... he was a total playboy of his time, so he was, now. Wearing no clothes and rubbing his big cock, he was masturbating in the hotel room. "What the hell, grandpa?" Kris made a disgusting face as he strode out of his room just to forget the scene that has happened a second ago. Christian had texted his best friend to meet him by the pool where nobody was present and when he went there... he saw Christian holding a glass of champagne, next to him was a bottle full of expensive drink.