Black Diamond Su Novels & Stories

“A gang in black suits broke in at noon. They came in fast and hard. We’re fighting back but Sarah… they hurt Sarah.” My grip tighten around the phone. “What happened to her?” “They hit her hard on the head during the struggle. She is unconscious now. The attackers kept shouting something about Black Diamond being in Sarah’s head. They tried to take her but we managed to drive most of them back. A few escaped.” Black Diamond. I have heard the legends in the underground world. Whoever possesses the Black Diamond will become the king of mafia world. Many have died searching for it. Now it’s in her head? Holy fuck! It’s crazy!

The cold alpine wind off the lake carried a sharp, metallic tang that made the hair on Dante’s arms stand up. They had barely stepped five meters into the shadow of Warehouse 4 when the rhythmic lapping of the dark water was obliterated by the screaming roar of a supercharged V8 engine. From behind the rusted hull of an abandoned cargo crane, a matte-black, reinforced SUV tore through the fog, its headlights completely blacked out. "Get down!" Dante roared, his voice stripping away all robotic detachment as his tactical instincts took absolute control.

It’s to be expected, I guess, given she’s never truly had a childhood. We walk into what looks like a jewellery store, but it doesn’t look like an overly expensive one. Sasha walks towards the counter to speak to the owner while I browse. There were beautiful timepieces on display, and I contemplated buying one for Michael to say thank you for everything until one particular timepiece caught my attention. It was jet black, and the label said it was made from obsidian ore, with silver and gunmetal inlays. But that wasn’t what caught my attention; it was the engraving on the edge of the face:

"You⁠ just gave me the‍ armor I need‍ed to survive t‌he one‌ you already l⁠ived w‌ith." The SUV pulled into the privat⁠e underground bay of th‍e Blackwood skyscraper. A line of men in black‍ suits stoo‍d at attention as the door opened. Luci‍en stepped⁠ out first, his heig‍ht and ele‌gance practically c‍ommandin⁠g the vast space. He reached b⁠ac‌k for me with firm‌ hands as he pulled‌ me to his side.

Lord Vance swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing frantically. His posture stuttered for a second before he scrambled to unroll his thick, leather-bound ledger documents across the wood. "A… Alpha Blackwood," Vance stammered, his terrified eyes darting to the sprawling tactical maps on my wall before he finally found his footing. "My pack... the Obsidian Ridge... we control the deepest underground salt and sulfur mines in the eastern basin. We can provide the Vanguard with a continuous, tax-free supply of pure sulfur to fuel your blacksmithing forges and your tactical explosive weapon production. Furthermore, we boast a highly specialized unit of subterranean trackers—wolves who are comple

The predator did not wait for the sun to rise. Kelvin Blackwood moved with a lethal efficiency that made the air in the master suite feel thin. He stood by the window, his silhouette cutting a sharp, obsidian figure against the moonlight filtering through the heavy drapes. The phone in his hand was no longer a device for communication; it was a tracking beacon.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady