Black House Novels & Stories

I stared at Adrian, still trying to figure him out. My brain refused to process anything. My room… but not my house. My bed… but not my street. My posters… but definitely not my peeling ceiling. It felt like stepping into a parallel universe sponsored by a billionaire with too much money and absolutely zero boundaries. I slowly turned back to Adrian. He looked annoyingly calm, like people reconstructed entire bedrooms from memory every day. “Mr Blackwell, we are not close enough for me to invite you into my room, right? So how do you know what my room looks like?”

I could feel the power crawling inside me. It crept beneath my skin like small worms creeping and searching for an escape. I pictured my skin like an iron shell of armor keeping them in. It calmed the movement, but increased my squeamishness. I burst open through front door of our house. It was a small two bedroom rental that backed up to a large forest, a forest that just happened to include the biggest nexus point on land in the United States. That was not actually a coincidence as I was instantly reminded when my knees banged into the couch.

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

Third Person's POV It is another day and just like yesterday, all of them are waiting for the police to call. But not like what they did last time, they are now doing several things instead just sitting on the couch and staring at the to and wait for it to ring. They made themselves busy but their ears are all lending on the telephone. "Miss Fatima, what's this?" Sarah asked while showing the black box that she found inside the cabinet. "Oh," Miss Fatima reacted and then walks towards Sarah. She takes a closer look to the black box that Sarah is holding. She smiles widely.

He certainly knew how much she disliked Dana on their first meet. Eira groaned in frustration. “Do I look like a tutor to him? I’d rather be left alone.” ____________ The Black Hall was a dodgy place fit for creatures of the night. It had been more than just a hall once, Nate could tell from the ruins at the front that greeted anyone who visited it. A castle, perhaps, that once belonged to a high lord. Alex claimed it to have belonged to him, but Nate didn’t believe that man. All that remained of it was a hall now with black walls and cracked marble floor beneath a dome-shaped ceiling made of painted glass that let water droplets in every time the clouds wept.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

He'd burn the place to the ground if that happened. When he reached the porch, that damn raven cawed at him from its perch next to the door. Several skeletons of small animals littered the ground under it. Roman was not impressed. The old woman practiced black magic. It shouldn't have been that hard to keep her house clean.

I cautioned myself and I ordered my thoughts to return back to order. Since I could not fall asleep, I decided to play with my phone. I got tired of playing games with my phone; I decided to take some pictures of Mr Black.I finally fell asleep. **** I got discharged from the hospital this morning. Left with no other choice, I was taken to Mr Black's house. I grumbled all the way to his house. But when we got there,I was amazed by the mansion. It was a mansion. It had a table tennis court, swimming pool and garden. The compound is so spacious and it was surrounded by big beautiful trees. From the gate of the compound to the main building was a long walk. It was a very large compound.

I can almost read it in his voice. A strange laugh escapes me, it's soft and almost disbelieving. The demand is so him; arrogant and commanding, yet tinged with a sense of familiarity that makes my heart twist. The Black House. The memory of that place sends a shiver down my spine. Dark and unyielding, it’s a fortress of weapons and secrets, a place where power and death collide. The last time I was there, I felt like an intruder in a space that belonged to someone else.

My pregnant wife, alone, in a city crawling with enemies, under my name and face plastered across headlines as a wanted murderer. And she left the house without backup. I opened my mouth to issue another command but— “Boss, we’re here,” Thaddeus murmured, slowing the car. We’d reached where it all started— Not just a grave. Not just a name carved in stone. But the very root of every Blackwood sin. The estate. The first Blackwood’s house. The true Blackwood estate. Thaddeus slowed the SUV to a stop just in front of the towering iron gates, rusted but still standing, like sentinels too proud to fall.