Black House Novels & Stories

Black Ace" Oh thank you daddy. Boss " You're welcome. Once you're done, hurry up and get back to base. Black Ace" Sure thing. Is Dave there? Boss " No, he went home. Black Ace" Awwwn!..(sighs) Okay, I'll be back in a jiffy. (ends call) After ending the call, Elizabeth plugs her ears with ear pods and strolls excitedly as she heads towards the rendezvous point with a strong desire to kill. Next Episode ➡ Crazy killer dame

Up close, she looked to be in her fifties, Latina, with kind eyes and streaks of grey woven through her dark hair, pulled neatly into a low bun that matched her uniform. There was something about her presence that felt safe. Motherly. The door closed behind us, and looking up, I froze. The picture-perfect setting of a grand foyer with warm lighting, curved twin staircases on either side and a massive chandelier in the middle stole the breath right out of my lungs. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected Nathan Blackwood’s home to look like, but this by far surpassed any image I’d built in my mind. I stood there a second too long, taking it all in, until I realized I was staring. Quickly, I straighte

Inside— There was no restoration. Only torn, dusty files. Water dripping from the ceiling. And in the very center— A black wooden door. Written on it in white paint: ROOM 509 — DO NOT OPEN A chill crawled up my spine. I wanted to leave. But Megha said— “Just two minutes.” She pushed the door. It opened without a sound. More terrifying— As she pushed it, the door pulled itself inward. As if something inside had grabbed it. Inside was darkness. Deep, swallowing darkness.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

Through her senses, I could feel the currents of magic that ran through the house, ancient protections laid by generations of Blackthornes. Some areas glowed brightly in our shared perception: the nursery, my father's study, and a small room in the east wing that felt particularly sacred. Others were dimmer, their protective magic weakened by the Northern Alliance's occupation. But as Diamond pushed deeper into the house, seeking out the source of our unease, we encountered something unexpected—a barrier. Not physical, but magical, blocking our exploration of the basement level. —There's something down there,— Diamond whispered in my mind. —Something they were trying to hide.—

The village looked prosperous and full of life in the outside but inside were death and sorrow. The walls were high and proud, and there were towers above it where Badblood watchers watched the perimeter with bird-like eyes, they can see through the dark. They stopped behind the trunk of a tall tree. "We should stay in the shadows" Rena said quietly. "The watchers can see in the dark. One wrong move and we will be dead" Serra nodded. "Okay, I will just follow you". A black bird landed on the nearby tree. Rena's body suddenly tighten. Serra could hear her heart beating loudly. She swallowed.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

As soon as we got back to the packhouse, I walked inside to see a sight that I wasn’t expecting. There were people running around everywhere. They had files and they were talking really quickly to each other as they were racing around working. I didn’t know what to think. The packhouse was never this busy. At first I thought that someone important might be coming but dad ushered me into the office and closed the door behind us. “What’s going on?” I asked. Beta Jude and several of the pack elders walked into the room and dad sat behind his desk. “We just found out that a small human town in Texas has been completely wiped out.” Dad said.

Callum POV ******* "Mr. Malcolm, Callum , I mean Mr. James is here.". Mason introduced us and only then did I notice a tall figure standing from a single sofa seat at the other corner of the room. He had his back to us. But I could see he was wearing a black cloak. With black slacks and shining shoes. He waved Mason to leave and the slight movement of his hands made the jewels in his rings glimmer. It's a bit weird though. I was still standing head hung, waiting for him to speak.