Black Dove Novels & Stories

Roselyn and CJ Kinsley flanked them while Jacira Silvercloud stood a little apart, her arms crossed but a pleased smile on her cherub-cheeked face that reminded me of her father’s smile. Above them, DOVE hovered, its metallic wings reflecting the late afternoon sunlight. The mechanical bird’s Indigenous markings pulsed with a soft green glow, and its sentient programming allowed it to shift and adjust midair with uncanny precision. Even from a distance, I could sense its protectiveness over Jacira, circling overhead as if it were standing guard. I glanced at Alex. He had stopped short, eyes narrowing at the sight of the bird. “I still owe that thing for ruining my favorite hat,” he muttered.

NARRATOR’S POV "Do you have to do that?" Dante asked as he stepped inside, his voice rising with frustration. Dove didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look up. Her long fingers kept tapping the side of the wooden drum in rhythm, echoing softly through the stone cave. Her gown dragged behind her like mist, and her expression remained unreadable. "What do you mean?" she asked, still focused on the sound her fingers created. "You killed a man, Dove. That old man hanging on the tree? That wasn’t part of the plan," he snapped, stepping closer.

Ronan Carmichael and I are sworn enemies in Glenworth. Everyone in high society knows it. Where he is, I'm not, and where I am, he won't be. He poaches my projects on the East End, and I cut off his funding on the West Side. He drives my assistant off a rooftop, and I destroy his lover's reputation. The reason is simple. I'm in love with his older brother, Desmond Carmichael, and he has his sights set on my younger sister, Annette Sayer. Then comes the yacht gala. Business rivals seize me and shove me to the edge of the deck, screaming that my father is going to pay for his betrayal all those years ago. But Desmond only pulls Annette behind him and tells them, "She's just an illegitimate

, in Edinburgh. Caleb clears his throat and looks to Dove. “Could I have a quick word with Songbird? Alone?” “Yep,” Dove nods, glancing between us with a strange flash of something in her eyes. “Meet me downstairs.” “What couldn't wait?” I ask him when Dove has left. I cross my arms, even when it gives me no protection against Caleb. “You shouldn’t go,” he coldly states. His golden eyes watch me intently. “Good thing you’re not my boss then,” I reply. “You know what the word partner means, right?”

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

EMBER’S POV The dove’s beak snaps open, and it lets out a painful, hawking shriek—a wet, bubbling rasp of pure agony that no bird should be able to make. I try to drop it, but I can’t let go. My fingers are paralysed, locked around it by the sheer force of the gold. The air scorches, thick with the smell of burnt ozone and roasting feathers. The dead grass around my knees bursts into smoking flames.