Black House Novels & Stories

Sophia Vale stepped out of the sleek black town car with her small suitcase in hand, the cool night air of the estate grounds raising goosebumps along her arms. Blackthorn Estate loomed before her like something out of a dark dream — a sprawling modern mansion of glass, stone, and shadowed luxury, surrounded by acres of perfectly manicured lawns and dense woods that made the property feel completely isolated from the rest of the world.

She didn’t turn around when she heard his footsteps, but her shoulders tensed. “Is he still inside?” she asked. “He’s with his family now,” Zander replied. The first window shattered. The sound of breaking glass echoed across the valley like a gunshot. A column of thick, black smoke began to pour out of the library, rising into the cold night sky. The “House of Thorns,” as the locals had called the Blackwood mansion for a century, was finally being purged.

A group of black cars drove through the streets that were not too crowded, because it was already midnight . They continued to drive until they reached the large area of Brown's residence. More precisely, the forest belongs to the Brown family. The majestic white mansion is indeed located on a private land that is spacious and lush with trees so that it looks more like a protected forest. This private area was so quiet and beautiful, but it wasn't long before there was going to be a commotion there.

Black said in a way to casual way " Don't be scared that guy had it coming to him he stole some merchandise from my son and he just took care of it. Come along I'll introduce you two then you can settle in before dinner." I reluctantly followed Mr. Black inside the house because one I din't want to stay outside as it began pouring rain and the men with the guns scared the shit out of me. So I walked inside and a gasp left me. The house was huge inside the front door opened up in a big living room with a L-shape couch and some arm chairs around the room a huge tv against the white walls. On one side was glass doors that led outside onto a deck.

I took the drink, let out a dramatic sigh, and stared at the bubbles like they had answers. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be lounging on my apartment couch, single, rich, and sipping overpriced cocktails—blissfully unaware of any werewolf drama. But here I was, heading into a house full of power plays and polite threats. I took a long sip, already bracing myself. So this is love, huh? -- Half an hour later, we pulled up to the Black family's place. The house itself was mostly white, sleek and modern, but softened by sculptures, ivy-covered archways, and a garden that looked like it had been designed by someone who'd grown up reading fairy tales. It gave off serious Alice in Wonderland

“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.

It then stepped towards the human enemy to finish it but suddenly stopped on its feet when. Something's wrong with the human body! It was enveloped by black thingy. The Noble Rat immediately back stepped. It could feel his life was in danger. The Noble Rat seemingly made the right decision. After it backstepped, from its supposed position, where it was standing just a moment ago, had now scratched marks of claws. The Noble Rat stared at the enemy in puzzlement. Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up.

From then on, I began using my left hand and never shifted back to my right. I followed the couple to the living room, which was not at all different apart from the coffee table and the new flat screen TV. There were two brown couches placed beside each other with a grey stool holding a white flower vase separating them and four similar armchairs, two on each side of the couches. Behind the set was a large window, giving permission to the sunlight to light the room. The house was modern and brown. Shamali surely had a thing for the colour brown. I made myself comfortable on one of the armchairs, opposite the ones Shamali and Ian sat.

With the return of Nocté, the element calmed down and floods no longer happened. Agnes and Bastian had to work hard and hire local help to make the Black Cliff habitable for people, not sea creatures. There was plenty of work left to this day, but Agnes kept her chip up. Nocté was surprised at the strong health of the old woman: she never complained to her about back pain or aching bones.