Black Disciple Literature 1 16 Novels & Stories

The "Author’s Study" was a sanctuary of woodsmoke and old leather, a space that existed in the "Negative Space" between the stories. The shelves that stretched into the infinite were packed with "Bound Histories"—thousands of volumes titled THE BLACKWOOD PACK: SECTOR 4. Silas and Lyra stood on a rug of woven starlight, their forms slowly regaining their "Biological Density" in the presence of the Source.

Dante Blackwood was the key to everything, the living trace of something ancient and fierce that claimed Blackwater as its own. As she walked back, feeling Dante’s golden eyes guarding her back, Helena knew that her curiosity had led her to the edge of reason. The signs were everywhere—in the deep claw marks on the oak, in the torn leather, in the feverish heat of his skin. The supernatural was no longer a town legend; it was the breath she shared with the alpha biker. And the abyss he had spoken of no longer seemed something to be avoided, but the only possible destination for someone who had been marked by the same flame that burned in Dante’s eyes.

CHAPTER XIV: Terrified “Dark Celestial Realm Augmentation: Graveyard of a Greedy Crab,” I seriously uttered, snapping my fingers to activate and expand my complete realm. Everything was suddenly enveloped by darkness and there were several black holes surrounding us, moving around like they will suck everything in this realm. But that will not happen unless I allow it to happen. Then, big tweezers of a crab with sharp fangs on edges came out from these black holes. They were enveloped with dark glowing light. Deborah’s Celestial Realm was shattered into pieces and vaporized into thin air. It was overpowered.

Then she began reciting a Latin formula which was translated as follows: "Lords of the Underground Black Angel, Samael, Bringer of death, the venom of God Lady of the succubus, oh divine Lilith, The first wife of Adam, Lucifer's bride. Hear the Call! Give us access To the caves of the Underground, Let us look for one of your creation! A succubus demon named Nadir..."

he points at her with his chin, expressionless, “didn't you want to join our group? There is the proof.” I swallow a bitter breath when I reach for it and study it, without a doubt it is the same bracelet that the Zanni subjects had. “Why black?” “I really don't know.” He dives into the pages of his new book of the week and surprisingly it is not the one he read yesterday. Had I already finished it? For sure yes. His title was somewhat ironic; The Darkest Book of Cheap Poetry.

He whispers, “Avery, you and Regina are ours. No bitch before matters. In fact, no bitch matters. You and only you, are what matters. You are ours and we are yours, forevermore.” He kisses me but pulls away quickly because we aren't in our world. We have to appear human. I sighed as I remembered that, too. I ducked under his arm and proceeded to find the Religious Studies section. There, on the third bookcase, in the middle of the third shelf, was the book that my vision foretold. After I plucked A Draconian from its resting place, I sank to the floor. It tells of the rise of the Pharaohs of Egypt, as well as the roots of various religions and rituals. On page 999, I found what I was sent he

I browse every single one of them then I stop at the second to the last page of paper when I noticed a word saying " leave her alone Diana is mine forever" It was written with blood ...fresh blood!!! ..I can sense where this blood came from... This is the blood of one of my students named Jane. Poor Jane as I slowly close the form I was holding. I leaned my back on the chair while I drop my head upward at the same time eyes on the ceiling. Ps. Black Butterfly- a black angel made you do bad things or even a sign of death.

I threw on my leather jacket and a pair of boots. "Who's first?" Natalia stepped forward. "Alright." I took her hand. She nodded and we disappeared. The cold nothingness surrounded me. We popped back into existence. Hell was hot and humid. I could feel the damp air pressing against my skin. We stood before a black spire of dark obsidian. Veins of glowing gold fire laced the surface of the polished black stone. Natalia dropped my hand and led the way. The sharp spike drew tall into the dusky sky. As we drew deeper into the city, the spires grew taller.

Her head was resting on an open book, her black hair spilling across the pages. “Cute,” Isaac’s wolf huffed pleasantly. “Shut up.” Isaac approached quietly and crouched beside her. The book she was using as a pillow was titled “Ancient Lycan Birth Rites: A Comprehensive Guide”. Scattered around her were stacks of other volumes: “Lycan Naming Ceremonies”, “The Silver Moon Feast: Traditions and Etiquette”, and “Royal Lineage: A History”. Something squeezed in Isaac’s chest at the sight. Bianca was working herself to exhaustion, trying to understand silly old Lycan traditions that even Isaac knew nothing about while simultaneously managing her pack’s affairs from a distance.

"Wait godmother. If your hair was born white,how's it black now?" "Do you ever ask serious questions Addison. Well I used my powers to dye it black,it reminds me of my mother." "Okay we have to start looking for that book." Aleister said clapping his hands together."After Ava and Aiden talk to the council members waiting outside,they want to offer gifts to their princess."