Black Dawn Series Novels & Stories

And after seven years, Seraphina still had no proof. Only suspicion. Only anger. Only a promise she refused to break. Outside, lightning flashed across the sky. For a moment the city turned white. Then darkness returned. And somewhere beyond the storm, Damian Blackwood was completely unaware that his worst nightmare had just been hired. Monday arrived too quickly. Blackwood Tower was even more intimidating in person. The skyscraper pierced the clouds like a blade. Employees flooded through the revolving doors. Expensive suits. Luxury watches. Perfect smiles. Power.

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

And that I can call him, “Uncle BD” “Agents, this is Black Dragon, considered as the number one agent of “Dark Knight” in this era. He will be the DJ here in “Stargazer” and the patissier in “Polaris”. Other additional information will be given by him. I really hope you’ll get along well.” No one reacted among us. I think my hyungs are still in shock too. I wonder what Yosef-hyung, I mean, Topgun thought. He was recently considered as the number one agent among us but now that Black Dragon arrived…

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

“She is not here. Paul said she never arrived this morning.” Gabriel turned around slowly. He placed his katakana over his shoulder. He only wore it when he knew he was drawing blood. “Summon the Black Horde! I want her found. NOW!” The thought invaded Alek’s mind again and carried with it the anger of his master. “Right away my lord,” Alek disappeared into the darkness as though Gabriel, himself, was chasing him.

I could hear someone chuckling but it wasn't Rowan, it was Lucas, Rowan's brother. ‘’I’m Lucas’’ he brought his hand forward for me to shake. ‘’Leah, nice to meet you but I’m in a hurry.’’ ‘’Sure, pleasure’s all mine’’ ‘’What the fuck is going on here?’’, and here comes the wolf who was hiding in the lamb’s clothes, glaring at where my hand was still in his brother’s. ‘’Does it look like we are fucking each other? It's a handshake’’, I replied, with sarcasm of course.

Binx knocks him to the ground and Evander jumps up, holding out his hands to cast a curse on me. “Stop!” I yell at Evander. “You’re still in there! You don’t want to do this!” Binx shadows around Evander, and I take a few steps back, looking behind me as the banshee’s screams ring out again. Two more scrappers drop, and Freya and Pandora take off, going after the banshee. “Evander!” I go to him, putting my hands on his shoulders and giving him a shake. “Snap out of it.” He leans in, tipping his head. I don’t know if he can even see me. It’s like there’s nothing in his eyes except the darkness. There’s no trace of him left, and the aura surrounding him is chaotic.

They wore black-and-gold tactical gear, their faces hidden behind helmets that displayed a constant stream of "Narrative Data." "Subject 4-A (Silas Blackwood): Status - Rogue Heresy. Directive: Extraction," a voice boomed from the helmets. "Subject 4-B (Lyra Thorne): Status - Sovereign Variable. Directive: Re-calibration." They raised their rifles—weapons that didn't fire lead, but "Narrative Anchors." "They’re going to pin us to the script," Lyra hissed, her obsidian blade reaching its full, terrifying extent. She lunged for the first Collector, her shadow-wings creating a gale of violet starlight that shattered a nearby display case of "Designer Watches." Silas was a whirlwind of gold and

We are unbreakable. The black artefact recoiled, shrieking as the combined energy of Riven and Luca struck it with the force of a supernova. But it was far from defeated. It retaliated, sending waves of darkness across the battlefield, ripping apart the landscape, and swallowing fire and light alike. Suddenly, Bishop’s shadow broke free—but not without a cost. He fell to the ground, gasping, blood streaming from cuts across his chest. His eyes met Riven’s, filled with terror and desperation.

Strong. Not just Alpha scent. Intense. Suffocating. Smelled like burnt wood, rain, danger. Took the medicine... what is this? Kyrian thought. Hand shaking. Reached for water. Too intoxicating. Deep breaths. Air felt heavy. "God, can't faint here," whispered. Vision blurry. "Can't afford that..." Stood up. Fresh air. One step. Two. Luck ran out. Vision went black. THUD. THE CHAOS