Black Court Novels & Stories

ASHTON Against my misguided judgment, my ‘run into things without thinking it through’ attitude, we go back to the complex giving me more time to prepare. Black Lagoon is the shadiest underground club in Moss Creek. Admission is tough to get and those who enter don’t always come out the same…or come out at all.

I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness. I went back toward my car before driving off toward my office, deciding that I should start with work, get my dark black coffee, a coffee that matches my soul, that’s the better option for someone like me. I got busy with my paperwork, you’d be confused with how much paper work I have to do, every dollar in my bank has to be explained, to keep everything legal, hiding all my illegal work, to keep everything clean, the police would love to have some dirt on me, but I’m cautious with what I do, I would no end up in jail, not now or ever.

Concern etches her voice as she asks, "Terry? Are you alright?" Amidst the tense atmosphere at the Nashville mansion, David Nashville stands surrounded by his loyal guards, with Blackwood kneeling before him. Regret and guilt mar Blackwood's face as he awaits his master's command. David, his hands crossed behind his back, turns to face the loyal bodyguard and instructs the other men to help him stand.

An hour later, The council chamber of the Blackthorn Tribunal was a cathedral of spectacle, not justice. Carved into the volcanic cliffs of Stonevale, its walls breathed smoke and shadow, while spectral flames floated in sconces that never burned out. Chains etched with runes coiled along the stone like serpents waiting to strike. And above the central dais, three colossal horns of judgment hung suspended, relics of a time when verdicts were followed instantly by executions. Xander stood in the ring below.

Ama gently pushed open the black double doors that led to the room, her breath catching in her throat at the stunning sight before her. The decor held a captivating dark aura that felt both intimidating and intriguing. As she surveyed the space, her mind turned to the Blackwood family. Grayson Blackwood was the only one who came to mind as the possible creator of such an imposing environment. Realization washed over her; of course, this was his room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it sooner.

♠️ BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 ♠️ Chapter 10♠️ #OMNISCIENT_POV Sitting comfortably in his leather Italian chair, King discusses privately with Clement, Dr. Chidi and 2 other men about a certain problem regarding a particular man and from the way the discussion was going, King was really in a foul mood. King " That northern b--stard dared to betray us, he even threatens the organization and then spits on us . WHAT AN INSULT.

The raven queen sat across from Lady Veyra Blackmere in one of the castle's smaller sitting rooms. A shared bottle of finely aged Blackmere Raven Bloodwine was shared between them, all black candles guttered in iron sconces rather than the usual grey fire, as this room had never been modernised. The candles were welcome and, though not magical in the slightest, threw a low glow over velvet and marble. Ladt Veyra wore her house colours proudly — black streaked with faint veins of gold — and her sharp eyes glittered as she leaned forward. "You have done well to contain the scandal, my Queen," Lady Blackmere said smoothly. "But the court still hungers. There is unease. Whispers. They must see t

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

“She is not your mother.” “I have planned something, Don't spoil it.” “Why do always you book my ticket for Davido” “You belong to the Royal family,” “Petrov Empire” “Thank you all for coming. To the black to bid your price for today's auction,” The announcement broke thoughts of Liam. He was in the club in his black devil attire, only his blue ocean eyes were visible on his face. “We have only two options today for bid and the first option here is for you all,” the host announced. This illegal club was owned by Mr. Black.

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was