Black Court Novels & Stories

I cock up a brow though I know he can't see me. "You say the weirdest shit, Enzo," Silas dramatically gags on the other line. "I'm calling to see if you still intend to make it tonight." Of course, the Northern Sin. I look down at my watch and see it's already past 7 pm. The Northern Sin is the only club The Black Rose officially owns. It's licensed and shit. Only, behind the scenes, the majority of our business takes place there. Especially the drugs. We have filthy rich regular customers, competitors, and enemies fill the tables and dance floors every night.

She pleaded. “Are you sure you want to betray your mate?” A male voice asked from the darkness. Courtney’s eyes went wide. “Who said that? Where are you?” She asked, her eyes darting around in different directions. “I won’t hurt you... yet.” The male voice chuckled. Courtney turned in circles trying to find the voice. “Please…” She said. “Stop trying to find me because you won’t. I am the darkness.” The wind whispered in her ear making her jump. “Sit down and relax. How is the pup?”

It’s so juvenile. “I can honestly say I’ve heard nothing about Blacktop,” I say unemotionally. Blacktop is, of course, another assassin, known for killing his victims by running them down. He either makes it look like a simple hit-and-run or sets up a patsy to take the fall. Not the most creative way to kill someone, but it does get the job done. “Well, he won’t be competing this year because he went and got himself killed,” she says in amusement.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

She said, "That's my family's last name. It's unlikely you've ever heard of it. May I know where I am? Now, where is this place?" The king responded, "now you are in the realm of Black Mist. This is my kingdom, and I am the king of this realm of black mist. My name is Everett Black Draco, and this realm is also a Vampire kingdom." Hearing the words from him, Tazaana could say nothing, out of shock. Xavier said, "Your Majesty, what should we do with her?" Everett replied, "She was imprisoned." Tazaana interrupted, "What have I done? Why am I imprisoned?"

Danny, Jun, Jaden and David all sat on the bed in front of JD, ready to listen on what this is all about. “Renzo-hyung, Yosef, Sean, Aikon, Miko, the twins, me and some other Polaris and Stargazer staff are agents of Dark Knight. Dark Knight is a private organization established by Mr. Bobby Young, a retired private detective, which specializes in dealing with gangs, mafias and any illegal acts that threaten and endanger people’s lives. Indecent and illegal acts on the military, police and the government is also handled by Dark Knight. It could be Dark Knight’s own missions gathered by the intelligence crew or requested by certain clients.” JD stopped and looked at the boys listening intentl

Emera Black I ,christabel and chole got back to my room after all the drama that happened. I was tempted to go back to my mate and continue what we started last night. "I can't believe i got dressed up for nothing. Christabel said making herself comfortable on my bed. "Yeah me too, at least your mate saw you in a beautiful dress unlike alpha black and I who are mateless, so we were the ones who got dressed for nothing. Chole said pulling her heels and joining christabel to lie on the bed.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

“And what exactly am I supposed to do there? Smile and clap politely?” “No.” Lucien’s gaze held mine, sharp and knowing.. The black car purred through the city, tinted windows sealing us off from the world. Amara sat across from me, swinging her knife like she was bored. Lucien leaned back, checking his watch like we weren’t about to walk into a den of monsters. “What’s this meeting called again?” I asked, loosening the cuffs of my black shirt. “The Shadow Court,” Lucien answered. “Twelve families. Old money. Older blood. They decide who breathes and who bleeds in half the world.”

The scent of heavy rain and burning circuit boards followed Damien Blackwood into the dim, subterranean records office beneath the municipal courthouse. It was a godforsaken graveyard of old city bureaucracy, filled with rusted iron cabinets and the low, oppressive hum of an outdated ventilation system that failed to clear the stifling midsummer humidity.