Black Court Novels & Stories

I whisper, stepping on the decree, crushing the parchment under my boot. "Enough!" Mason Ashford shouts, stepping out from the inner ring with his broadswords drawn, his face twisted in disgust. "Father, let me butcher this clawless bitch where she stands. She disrespects our bloodline in front of the entire Bloodfang Court!" "Touch her, and I rip your throat out through your spine, Mason," a deep, velvet voice echoes through the rain-soaked courtyard. The heavy iron gates of Silveroak Keep explode inward, sending shards of stone and iron blasting across the courtyard. The Ashford enforcers scream, scattering as a fleet of obsidian Blackwood Range Rovers barrels through the breach, surroundi

’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.

Amelia I never should’ve answered my brother’s call. The thought crossed my mind for the tenth time as I stood in the marble-clad lobby of Blackwood Enterprises, the polished floor so clean it reflected the anxious rise and fall of my chest. High above me, the company’s insignia — a minimalist black ‘B’ encased in a silver circle — gleamed against the stark white wall, daring me to turn back. I didn’t.

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

He could never be Cinderella. __________________________________ In the city of Hawkwood, midnight meant nothing. The streets were still bustling with life. But the underground black market at the outskirts of the city was more lively. There were so many black listed products, illegal materials and unregistered guns…Anything forbidden was sold there. It's a place of no laws but everyone who has been there knows there's only one law. That's not to enter the bad books of one man. In a basement shot in with iron heavy doors, sat a man in a black leather couch. He was dressed entirely in black and black gloves. His grey eyes intensely locked on the man tied on the chair. Not knowing there's anot

As the door slowly creaked open, Leon’s eyes immediately locked onto Zalethos Blackwood, seated on a raised throne at the far end of the room. Zalethos Blackwood, the Demon King, exuded an aura of authority that seemed to fill the entire room. His jet-black eyes were like bottomless abysses, cold and commanding, while the sharpness of his gaze radiated an overwhelming pressure. He wore a regal robe of deep purple, edged with gold, and every movement he made imbued with a sense of solemn dignity.

I stood up, squared my shoulders, and pushed the doors open. The chaos of the “Purge” to the suffocating silence of the family court was a descent into a different kind of war. This wasn’t a battle of knives or shadows; it was a battle of records, logs, and the cold, unyielding power of the law. The courtroom was filled with the heavy hitters of the High Council’s legal circuit, but for once, they weren’t sitting on Daniel’s side of the aisle. The “Blackwood” name, once a golden ticket, had become a radioactive brand. Daniel sat at the defense table, his skin the color of curdled milk, his eyes darting frantically toward the back of the room as if waiting for a rescue that Michael Blackwood

"They look at what happened to Victor, and they choose life. Can you blame them? Ledgers need a narrator, Inspector. And you lost your storytellers today. See you on the outside." Moss didn't argue. She leaned in, her voice a lethal whisper. "Enjoy the smile, Kenji. Because tonight, we’re releasing the raw audio of you ordering the hits. Let’s see if your high-priced sharks can sue a million angry citizens." She walked out, leaving the billionaire alone in the dark. The heavy doors slammed shut. The courtroom went dead quiet. Judge Harrison stared down from his elevated bench, cold and unbothered. At the prosecution table, Miller stood rigid, sweating through his suit as he gripped an empty

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”

Tharix immediately stepped closer to her. “That’s not even the worst part,” Riven said, rubbing his jaw. “One of them finally cracked and spilled the rest.” Kael nodded grimly. “The Council has aligned with a new faction. They called it the Black Court.” Thessaly straightened, her tone sharp. “What the fuck is the Black Court?” “A sect of blood witches, banished decades ago,” Draken said darkly. “And they’re not just interested in killing you. They want to bind your power. Use your bloodline to open the gates permanently.”