Black Diamond Su Novels & Stories

It is a legendary Black Diamond Dominion Card! A Black Diamond Card! A sacred token issued only to the elite rulers of the First Wolf King Lineage, carrying an automatic limit of ten million trade-tokens with no upper ceiling! How could a rejected moonborn like Gorgo ever hold such a legendary artifact in her fingers? The moment the server’s eyes land on the black diamond emblem, his entire demeanor shatters. He drops into an immediate, trembling bow, his face splitting into a dazzling smile. "My wolf will personally arrange the most luxurious grand suite for your presence, future Luna!"

The scratching in the ventilation shaft wasn’t a rat. It was the rhythmic, metallic scrape of polymer boots against galvanized steel. I tightened my grip on the obsidian blade Damian had forced into my hand, the stone cold and jagged against my palm. "Don't breathe," Sarah rasped. She stood with her back against the suite's mahogany door, holding the high-frequency disruptor like an extension of her own arm. A hairline fracture of sweat broke through her professional mask.

I asked, barely above a whisper. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the timer. I could see his throat move as he swallowed hard. “Answer me,” I said, louder this time. He sighed shakily. “Yes… it’s bad. It’s a Crimson Ultra Charge, my lady. Military grade. One of the deadliest kinds.” My blood ran cold.. “Get me out of here,” I snapped, my voice rising. Blake ran a hand through his hair, scanning the straps and wires. “We have to stay calm…”

I noticed the note in the center of the flowers and the gold chain that was wrapped around the stems. * Come be a family one last time, my little pumpkin -Dly* upon further inspection, I unclasped the chain and held up a single 3 karat sapphire rose charm. I smiled as the tears began to well up in my eyes. Dylan was playing games with my heart. he was acting like the mysterious romantic man he used to be now. playing a treasure hunt with me like I didn't already know where to find him. I got back on my rickshaw and proceeded to the Comodo Place Hotel. Dylan would be there waiting for me, hopefully, and not another clue.

" SUV. Black. No plates." I turned in my seat. Behind us, two bright headlights cut through the darkness, gaining on us fast. "Is it Liam?" I asked, hope and fear warring in my chest. "No," Dante said, his voice hard. "It's not a pack car. It’s too big. Armored." The SUV surged forward, closing the distance. It wasn't trying to pass. It was trying to hit us. "Hold on!" Dante yelled. He swerved, the Volvo screeching as he tried to evade.

It was the original, uncorrupted crest of the Black Mountain Pack. ​They carried spears tipped with obsidian and bows made of dark, flexible yew. But it was their eyes that stopped my heart. They weren't the dull, weary brown of ordinary humans or the solid, terrifying gold of the Sovereigns. They were a shifting, swirling silver—the Gene in its purest, most unrefined state, burning with a life force that made the air around them shimmer.

“A fine? It’s not a damn speeding ticket! You would accuse me of theft. I figured, since you gathered all that information for the feds, you would know the difference between a felony and a misdemeanor. Your phone is worth what?” “I don’t know; it’s a custom case. Like half a million, I think.” I replied. The design, named Diamond Snowflake, features tiny white gold and 18 carrot diamonds. It’s really pretty. From a brand called Caviar. They're really hard to get, but Daddy pulled some strings for me.

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

She paused before adding playfully, "Though if we're being honest, Ethan can hardly be called secondhand." The sweetness in her voice only made the words sting more. "He's more like a rare diamond—tested by time and proven authentic. Or perhaps a perfectly aged vintage wine." Belle's smile turned mischievous. "The unfortunate part is that you'll never get to sample either." For a moment, Sylvia simply stared at her. The elegant mask she had carefully maintained was beginning to crack. "You've developed quite a sharp tongue," Sylvia said coldly. Belle chuckled. "And you've developed quite a short temper."

The Shaman smiled before he collapsed, and Blake let out his breath. It was a battle of their consciousness but Blake had won. He also knew where the Soul of Susan had been appropriately stored. Taking the man’s cane, he walked with and removed the large Diamond Crystal from its base. Blake looked into it with his Divine Senses and discovered thousands of Souls being held within. Shaking his head, he needed to pinpoint Susan through the many Souls trapped within.