Black Hat X Dr Flug Novels & Stories

"Cole Karver. Mean Son of a bitch. Would sooner kill you then look at ya. We've been hunting this bastard for five years. He's dangerous. He responsible for the attacks on Helana, Silver Lake and Timber. Killed hundreds. Intel suggests he's the Dragons Beta." I smirk. "And I know where he's going to be tomorrow night." Drake raises an eyebrow looking at me. River opens a file to show a photo of an evil face. White murderous eyes. He's running his fingers through platinum blonde hair. Drake taps the photo with his finger. "If we get this bastard, that'll blow the Dragons wide open." River picks up the file and flips through it. "I don't know. This guy's heavily guarded. Looks like

"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.

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.

I panted heavily, trying to recover from the blow. “Come on. For Zak. For Rachel,’ I said to myself. I slowly rose to my feet, and tiptoed over to the cockpit. Facing the back of Drago’s neck, I saw a dragon tattoo, with its sharp, demoniac teeth pointing upwards towards his hair and a blaze of fire coming out of it. Whilst Drago was scrambling for the controls and pressing the red blinking buttons desperately, I grabbed his head and slammed it against the dashboard. Drago bellowed in pain. Suddenly, the helicopter jolted. The rotor blades stopped spinning.

“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.

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.”

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.

Then why wasn't he there? Her phone notification had been popping up madly, but she was too consumed and worried to peek at it. Drexton's strange behaviour, and now he hasn't come. She unlocked her phone to call Drexton, but her eyes caught the latest news. Curiously, she clicked on one of them. "Just in, the Hell Devils have been caught. Citizens are in shock to realize that the people who have been putting terror in their eyes were no other than the people whom they adore deeply. They are Jaxon Creed, Maddox Creed and lastly, Drexton Blackthorn."