Black House Novels & Stories

Sasha’s heart hammered in her chest as the black bus finally slowed down, pulling in front of an old, worn-out building on the outskirts of town. The structure was a far cry from the bustling marketplace—it looked abandoned, with faded graffiti scrawled across the crumbling walls and shattered windows reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun. It was tucked between two larger warehouses, hidden in plain sight, and the air around it felt oppressive, like a place where unspeakable things had happened.

I just walk out of the car and…zooooom the car moved out of the compound. I turn my back and see a lot of employees, standing at the entrance, their head bowed. Chiefs, security men, officers, etc.“Young Mrs. Black, welcome to the Black mansion.” Their voice roar and I flinch, placing my hand on my chest. I walk through them and into the mansion. I look around and notice the inside, gigantically big. Furniture and cushions placed at the right order. The whole wall painted black. And I wondered, was this part of the reason he was called Mr. Black?

“Then we do what we must.” Maxwell glanced at me. “You ready for this?” I wasn’t sure anyone could be ready for what we were about to do. But there was no time for hesitation. I squared my shoulders. “Let’s go.” --- The Blackwood estate loomed ahead, its towering gates shut tight. The once-grand mansion had fallen into disrepair after the war, its windows dark, its gardens overgrown. But beneath it lay the vault—one of the most heavily guarded places in the supernatural world.

I got in, still always in the same dress as in the evening before, my hair glued from the rain, my Mascara probably smeared like a madman. Nobody looked at me. Or maybe I just formed it. The high house of Adrian Blackwood stood like a black monolith in the grey Jesus. Fifty floors of glass, steel and money. At the sight of me Bad. Blackwood Enterprises was one of the largest investment firms in the Land, and Adrian led them like a kingdom. They said he earned twenty-nine more money than some families in

He delivered three words that shattered the morning silence like a gunshot: "Hawthorne's inside us." The hook hit the line with a cold, paralyzing weight. On the other end of the encrypted loop, inside the dark bedroom of the unlisted corporate apartment, Damien Blackwood sat up instantly. His silver-gray eyes went wide through the gloom, narrowing into a dangerous, lethal focus as the full scale of the catastrophe crystallized in his mind. The morning light was barely a gray smudge against the heavy drapes, but the atmosphere in the room changed instantly, freezing solid.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

He gestured at me. "You can't kill me, Silas. I own this fucking city... and I will get back everything you shitheads took from me." His smile dropped. "I will end The Black Rose..." he seethed. "One petal at a time." He laughed. "Isn't that exciting?" He put his hands in his pockets and turned around, not caring about the gun being aimed at his back. Lorenzo and Noir were behind Silas, along with several men that hadn't been there before, pointing their guns at the opposing men.

I want to hug her but before I can do that, she already turned her back against me and strongly jumped to advance into the air. “Thank you, Deb. I will devote my life earning for your forgiveness,” I muttered before spreading my black wings into the fullest. I mightily flapped it and flew as fast as I can to attack those elongated black aura of hands coming from the tower called Pandemonium that keep on abducting mages from their respective houses. These black hands are dragging people towards the tower. What these nine higher-ranking demons planning to do?

Rolling my eyes, I got up. ''I know someone is there. Either you show yourself or leave. I suggest you chose the latter!'' I barked angrily. I could smell a wet dog probably its just the wet stuffy scent of the rain mixed with wood. I need not ask anymore. A big, black wolf with golden eyes emerged from behind the bushes. I gasped at how big it was, dark as the night. It was darker than black.

Maybe he had a plan, maybe he was the only one who could truly tame the beast inside me. After thirteen days, we finally arrived at Crimson Dusk, a pack of blood magic, just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the entire sky in shades of scarlet and violet. The gates at the borders loomed before us, forged from dark iron and etched with runes that pulsed faintly in the twilight. As we crossed into the pack’s territory, a chill ran through me. Crimson Dusk was massive, larger than any pack I had ever seen. The buildings rose tall and close, constructed from blackened stone and obsidian glass. But what struck me most wasn’t the architecture, it was the people.