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.

*[SFX: ELEVATOR. THEN SILENCE. THEN DOOR.]* *8:47 AM. [SFX: METAL DETECTOR. THEN FOOTSTEPS. THEN TENSION.]* Criminal Courts Building. 12th floor. Not public entrance. Back. Levinson’s badge. “Counsel and clients. Judge Harmon. Chambers.” Me. Black suit. “Fuck you professional.” Susan’s words. Fits like armor. Doesn’t feel like armor.

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 lower dungeons of the High Council’s palace were built from a dense, volcanic basalt known simply as the black stone. Unlike the pristine white marble that coated the surface world, these subterranean vaults were designed to absorb all light, ensuring that any prisoner locked within their depths would spend their final days in absolute, sensory-deprived isolation.

Cassandra winced, tying off the thread before looking up at Aubrey. Her face was pale, and there was a shadow in her eyes that hadn't been there before. "The Black Shadow Forest is the darkest secret in this entire region, Aubrey," Cassandra said, her voice barely a whisper. "It’s a place where the sun never really reaches the ground. Everything you’ve never seen in your life... things that shouldn't exist, they lie there. It’s the home of the rogues and the exiled wolves. The ones who were too violent or too broken for any pack to keep."

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.”

I glared at every single person who had thrown something at me. The court had devolved into absolute chaos. "Bastard! What kind of man hits a woman? We object to the unfair judgment! We demand that the judge be replaced!" "Objection! Objection!" Aiden banged his gavel on the table. "Silence! All troublemakers, this is your first and only warning! If you refuse to quiet down, you'll be asked to leave!" Although the audience protested loudly, they still fell silent in the face of a prestigious judge like Aiden.