Black Hat X Dr Flug Novels & Stories

"He was at the meetings. But he wasn't alone, Xavier. There were others. People you wouldn't expect to see in a Midtown boardroom." ​Drake leaned in, his eyes darting to the security at the door. "I'm going to tell you something I shouldn't. Two years ago, at the final signing, Holt showed me a photograph. It was a photo of a man on a street in Milan. He told me the structure was a 'contingency' for if this person ever decided to stop being a ghost. He didn't give me a name, but I’ve been looking at your face in the papers for three years, Blackwell. I knew who it was."

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

Time skips to one week Drake P.O.V My name is Drake Blackwell and yeah I am the mafia leader of Italy and Africa and also the founder of Blackwell industries. People know who I am and what I do for a living they fear and respect me well they should after all I am that kind of person you should not mess with. For the past one week I am on a killing spree. If he thinks that by killing my 10 men he can challenge me that he is wrong. The world which I rule runs on power there is no place of emotions in it . The weaker you are the lower the chances of your survival will be . That bloody bast*rd think that they can defy me and will escape. They don't know whom they are messing with. If they want

“Dr. Blanc? What kind of doctor are you?” Austin asked, turning to look at the man. The two sized each other up without offering to shake hands. After some thought, Alexander said, “Dr. Blanc, as I said before, we’re facing a critical situation, and Austin is no ordinary man. His relationship with Dominic—” Dr. Blanc raised a hand to stop Alexander and motioned it toward Austin before introducing himself, “Hello, I’m Dr. Blanc from the X Department.”

“Everyone just went nuts. Drake, Fawn, you can come out now.” Drake and Fawn appeared from another door. “Wait. How do I know you’re not drug-altered?” “I could ask the same thing, Hawk.” I snorted. “Start talking.” “Okay.” He swallowed hard. “Weeks ago, I opened some recent operations on the computer, and I accidentally accessed a file named Imperium. I was curious so I managed to access it after a few tries of codes. Then I watched the whole video. I realized this whole organization was doomed. I met a witch, we dated—”

He was putting on a black hoodie, and a cap to hide his face but there's this confidence in his posture. “Liam Hemsworth,” I called. He looked up with the signature smirk of his. “Xavier Gustavo” he called. I sat across from him, not breaking eye contact. Liam, was once a key strategist in Drake's early enterprise, but was cast out, for embezzlement. Now a disgraced consultant who vanished after the fallout and whispered scandals. “What do you want, Xavier?” he asked, Straight to business. No small talk. No pretence.

I just had to drop Amber's name, and you stopped dead in your pursuit. "You..." In an instant, there was a sickening snap, and Hesberg's end came abruptly. Alexander's grip tightened, and with a swift, supernatural motion, Hesberg's head burst apart, his lifeless body swaying momentarily before collapsing to the ground. The four-star General of Umbracia, the top commander at Bertley Base, and the Black Maple Organization's secret operative known as "Blackfire" was dead. "The flash drive..." Ignoring Hesberg's lifeless form and his taunts, Alexander's focus was solely on the broken flash drive in his hand, a spark of determination flickering in his eyes.

Pictures of the wedding. And then, a picture of the chalet in Zermatt. A red 'X' was drawn over the bedroom window in marker. "He's been watching us," I whispered, horrified. "The whole time." "There's more," Damian said softly. "Look at the bottom of the screen." I looked. There was a file folder on the table. The camera operator reached out and opened it. Inside was a printed document. It looked like a contract. ‘Target: Lucian Drakov. Secondary Target: Aria Hale. Asset: Adrian Drakov. Status: In Progress.’

Even Thalia believes that to be the case. But one thing is for sure, Thalia and I are not half as worried as Lady Blackstorm is. She is only trying her best to stay calm so as to not lose her sanity. No one should state how a mother should grieve. Few days ago I was able to have a conversation with Havoc Blackstorm. I asked about the success in locating his brother, Xander. And he had this to say. “We have heard rumors that Draven Darkmoon can hypnotize werewolves to do his bidding. We believe that he sent those rogue werewolves to capture Xander, but we can never be too sure.”

“You’re definitely not dressing like you’re going to sleep.” I froze slightly. I turned slowly. “I was just...” “Don’t,” she cut in, walking closer, arms crossed, eyes scanning me. “I know that look.” “What look?” “The ‘I’m about to do something reckless’ look.” I let out a small breath. “It’s not reckless.” “It’s always reckless when Damon Thorne is involved.” That made my heart skip. Annoying. “You know about that?” I asked. Avery snorted. “Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.”