Novel & Cerita Black House

Just like a Presidential Convoy on earth but on a smaller scale. Black House has a similar look to a White House, but with a fantasy twist to it, it was a modern Castle. Instead of a light pole, we got a hovering Magic lamp all over the place, though it's not as high and large as Royal Palace, it was as Grand and Magnificent than any royal palace in Fantasma.

I made sure Laura and Kevin arrived home safely, Aria decided to stay over to provide emotional support, and with the hawk’s eye security around the property: Bullet proof drones that attack as a hive, navy seals, martial artists, even hired brutal ex-convicts— the house was an impregnable fortress, even an ant wouldn't go undetected. After the hacking attempt at the hospital, my instinct flared to code red ever since, because the Blackwoods were unpredictable. Striking when you least expected it, I couldn't take chances. Tommy wanted to follow me down here, but I declined. He knew enough already, and I refused to be an open book, all because I was being a coward and afraid of meeting the Bl

Bid Maria goodbye and headed out. The Threshold of Power The Black Mansion was located in the hills, hidden behind a fortress of iron and ancient oaks. When Elena stepped out of the car, she felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. The house was a monument to power—cold, grand, and silent. She was led into the foyer by a butler, but she stopped dead at the base of the stairs. Damien was there.

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.

ACE By nine in the morning, we were already in Blackwood’s main hall—a place that only ever got used for events like this. The kind where silence is heavy, and everything smells like old money and regret. The sky outside was overcast, shadows of gray-blue light creeping through the tall windows and soaking the room in a cold hue. The Blackwood family portraits lined the walls like judges. Reggie’s was one of the biggest—arms crossed, chest puffed, staring straight at the spot where we were now all seated. It felt like he was still watching. Even from the grave.

Rebecca couldn't help but cry out. Olivia was sobbing in the first place. When she heard what Lucas said, she was so scared that she forgot to breathe. Black House was a basement in the Thomas villa. This room was made with the highest level of soundproofing. There were only walls and floors in the entire room. There wasn't even a cushion in the room, not to mention a bed. There was not even a light in the entire room, only a fist—sized hole in the roof for ventilation.

“Have you ever left someone behind on a job?” His grin faded a hair. “Not when it mattered,” he said. Fair enough. The city lights slid by as we headed downtown, toward the meatpacking district and the kind of club that catered to men who thought the world owed them a stage. Black House. Lucien Black’s fortress. Niko’s chosen battleground. My next door to open. As we turned the final corner and the matte black facade of the building came into view—no sign, just a serpent‑like neon trace above an unmarked door—my phone buzzed again.