Black Court Novels & Stories

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.

He certainly knew how much she disliked Dana on their first meet. Eira groaned in frustration. “Do I look like a tutor to him? I’d rather be left alone.” ____________ The Black Hall was a dodgy place fit for creatures of the night. It had been more than just a hall once, Nate could tell from the ruins at the front that greeted anyone who visited it. A castle, perhaps, that once belonged to a high lord. Alex claimed it to have belonged to him, but Nate didn’t believe that man. All that remained of it was a hall now with black walls and cracked marble floor beneath a dome-shaped ceiling made of painted glass that let water droplets in every time the clouds wept.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

•|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] The Black Death deforms into a cloud of smoke, shadow, and night, descending the outer walls of the Night Court in broad daylight from the High Window. Mimicking the form of a black cloud it plunges into the gardens of the court, crawling through the grass toward the dark maze that looms farther away in the distance, like the beginning of a lucid nightmare. There—I watch as it slips in noiselessly, deep into its dim interior where an eternal mist pools and the morning dew glistens in the new sun. To the naked eye, the maze is only a massive unsolvable puzzle of overgrown hedges and vines that sits behind the Night Court, standing hauntingly in a shade of endless sha

Damian looked away first. A gavel struck. “All rise.” The courtroom stood as the judge entered, a stern woman with sharp eyes and an air that suggested she had seen far worse than broken contracts and disputed DNA results. When everyone sat again, the room fell into a silence that pressed against Damian’s ears. “This court is now in session,” the judge said evenly. “We are here to address the matter of Blackwood v. The Private Hospital and Surrogate Agency, and Evelyn Carter.” Evelyn Carter.

The streets were narrow and dimly lit, with shadowy figures lurking in doorways and alleyways. My heart raced as I realized where I was – the infamous black market district. I'd heard whispers about this place, where anything and everything could be bought and sold for the right price. Illegal goods, banned substances, even... people. A chill ran down my spine as a desperate idea began to form in my mind. What if... what if I could auction myself off? ----------------------- I found myself standing before an imposing building, its facade dark and foreboding. The sign above the door read "Midnight Auctions" in elegant, curling script. My hands trembled as I pushed open the heavy door.

The morning sun was a cruel reminder of the Sun King’s presence, casting long, sharp shadows across the reconstructed courtyard of the Blackwood Keep. But inside the South Wing, the air remained cool, smelling of ozone and the damp earth of Lyra’s shadow-magic. For Silas Blackwood, the South Wing was no longer a part of his territory; it was a foreign embassy where he was a petitioner with no standing.

Mr. Black’s footsteps echoed through the dim hallway as he made his way to the lower levels of the building. It was a place reserved for special cases, the types of people he couldn’t trust within the walls of a regular cell. And tonight, Uncle Nick had earned himself a spot here, his smug expression seared into Mr. Black’s memory as he was dragged out of the SUV.

"Call out the captains. We claim the docks tonight. And anyone who stands in our way…" His eyes drifted off to nowhere, "We stain the waters red." The men rose, a dark tide unspooling at his words. Harrison Blackwood was a billionaire. He was a king of the underground, tempered in blood and bound in fear. And in that moment, it was sure—he'd burn the world to ashes and dust first before he'd allow it to die.

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.