Black Court Romane & Geschichten

The very same room that caused me to be in this horrible predicament. “Finally, some excitement,” Dimitri sighed. “Come here, pet. I want you to see how I deal with you annoying humans.” I could see Dimitri sitting on the throne, next to him on another chair – less extravagant though than Dimitri’s throne – was Darius. A couple of feet away in front of them a group of four men all in three set pieces suits. They looked like your stereotypical mafia men. One of them even wore a hat.

Then, seeing what opened the entrance towards the great infernal palace of the court of darkness. The scary courthouse whose inside looked the same or worse than the outside, although hyena and buzzards, crows and coyotes were mostly four-cornered sitting eating the parts of the victims, I mean, the parts of those who lost in the courtroom, that day. hour, they seemed to be sitting waiting for their turn in the middle of the rostrum.

The Void Throne stood solitary atop barren hill overlooking the capital's outer districts. Unlike conventional seats of power, this ancient monument predated the city it now observed, its black stone carved from material that reflected no light regardless of illumination angle. Concentric circles surrounded the throne itself, their patterns suggesting ritual significance beyond decorative function. "The final trial awaits," the Shadow Knight observed, celestial configurations within his transformed substance responding to proximity with subtle intensification. "The Price must be paid before confrontation with the Grand Inquisitor."

It was mostly deserted all year long. However, there was currently a crowd outside the courthouse. Soleans from all over the country were gathered here. Even foreign reporters were present. There were also many familiar figures present. Thea, Quincy, Xara, Tiara, and Cynthia were all there. Some who were acquainted with James were also there. A convoy approached the courthouse, and all cameras were directed toward the approaching vehicle. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s currently eight in the morning. This is the courthouse in the Capital. We’re here today to witness the trial of James, the Black Dragon, one of the most powerful figures in the nation.”

Rolling my eyes, I got up. ''I know someone is there. Either you show yourself or leave. I suggest you chose the latter!'' I barked angrily. I could smell a wet dog probably its just the wet stuffy scent of the rain mixed with wood. I need not ask anymore. A big, black wolf with golden eyes emerged from behind the bushes. I gasped at how big it was, dark as the night. It was darker than black.

CHAPTER XIV: Terrified “Dark Celestial Realm Augmentation: Graveyard of a Greedy Crab,” I seriously uttered, snapping my fingers to activate and expand my complete realm. Everything was suddenly enveloped by darkness and there were several black holes surrounding us, moving around like they will suck everything in this realm. But that will not happen unless I allow it to happen. Then, big tweezers of a crab with sharp fangs on edges came out from these black holes. They were enveloped with dark glowing light. Deborah’s Celestial Realm was shattered into pieces and vaporized into thin air. It was overpowered.

Loren's POV [ Warning of blood and torture] "T-The royal knights of the Dark kingdom...?" The courtroom buzzed with fearful murmurings. I turned back and saw the men in black hoods entering inside the courtroom. They had the royal sigma of Dark Kingdom carved on their shoulder cape. Very well! It's not like I was expecting everything to go on smoothly. This cheeky bitch definitely has a back up plan for escaping my grasp. I glared at Scarlett who was now smiling evilly.

A sharp clack echoed through the silence. He entered from the shadows like he had been carved from them—Atlas Blackwood, draped not in uniform but in something darker. Formal, regal, too precise to be human. His boots struck the marble with the cadence of judgment. He held a scroll in one hand, its parchment furled, sealed in crimson wax. The other hand was gloved, but still I felt its weight across my throat, as if he'd already silenced me. He ascended the platform in the center of the room—the judge’s seat, though I didn’t remember there ever being one at Ashwood. He didn’t need to speak, but he did.

* Alpha King Zed * The throne room of Blackstone Keep was carved from obsidian and silence. Light slanted through the stained glass like judgment, and the scent of smoke lingered from the torches lit by trembling servants. Around me, the Council sat in their half-moon of shadows, ancient men and colder women, their robes whispering of old power, older laws, and blood spilled to protect both. My crown sat heavy on my brow, but not as heavy as their eyes.

evidence. ​As we walked in, the heavy silence of the room shattered into a thousand whispers. ​"Alpha Blackwood," the Arch-Elder, a man whose skin looked like ancient parchment, intoned. "You bring a 'Ghost' and an Underground criminal into the High Court? Explain yourself."