Black House Novels & Stories

He yelled loudly and fell, crashing the black pot along with him. The chief priest stopped halfway in his sacrifice when he heard the sound of the broken pot. He quickly ran to the backyard of the shrine where the black pot hung on a tree then he stopped. Split like crushed pieces of stones was the sacred black pot. He swayed his eyes and saw Ibekwe running away. He did not chase him because he knew it was a waste of time. He shook his head. He knew what had to be done. He went back to the shrine where Nwaka and Ezinne sat, holding the two sacrificial cocks.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

I don't think they have neighbors, the houses all look abandoned but just in case we need to make this quick, I don't want anyone calling the cops about fifty bikers in their neighborhood. I walk up the few steps to the house and narrow my eyes on the small holes in the wood that the windows are boarded up in. They are just small enough for someone to see out of from the inside. I walk the perimeter of the house and right before I get back to the door, I hear a shout of words coming from a familiar voice. "Austin, they have guns, get away from the door."

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

"I don't know, Black. I left the house without telling anyone—" A mischievous smile appeared on his face as though he was pleased with my words "I’ll bring you back I promise," Black interrupted softly, offering his hand. "Trust me." Reluctantly, I placed my hand in his, allowing him to lead me away from the pack's borders. We walked in silence for what felt like hours, until we reached a secluded house nestled amidst towering trees. The cabin was small and weather-beaten, its wooden walls softened by age, a quaint porch adorned with hanging herbs.

"Viktor." Both women stared. Kate finally spoke. "Who's Viktor?" "My uncle." Ophelia added, "The lunatic." "He isn't a lunatic." "He tried to assassinate our father." "He had reasons." "He used a chandelier." "It almost worked." Kate stared between us. "This family gets more normal every day." --- Viktor Blackwood lived in a place sane wolves avoided. The Dead Forest. Which sounded dramatic until you actually visited. Then it sounded accurate. Nothing grew there. No birds. No insects. No streams. Just black trees that had been dead for several centuries and somehow refused to fall.

I hated that Andrew noticed. "Four minutes and thirty-eight seconds." "Shut up." Daniel opened his door. We stepped out. --- 317 Blackthorn Road did not look sinister. That was disappointing. Some part of me expected iron gates. Gargoyles. Maybe lightning. Instead it looked like an old estate. Stone house. Three stories. Dark windows. Overgrown hedges. A long circular driveway partially covered in fallen leaves. No neighboring houses visible. Lucian stood near the entrance. His gun was still in his hand.

THREE DAYS LATER Anita trailed behind her mother, as they stride into a big mansion, which was painted all black, which got her wondering the kind of person the owner would turn out to be. She has seen lots of houses's painted black, with a touch of different colors on it, but this particular one has neither touch of mixed color. It was kind of becoming scary for her, and Anita fasten her pace towards her mother, which made her halt. "Mother, where is this place?" Anita asked, as she spun around to look at her.

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.

Raven covered her mouth with her hand when she saw the picture on the big screen. A man was bloody while lifeless lying in the doorway. Half of its body is outside the door and the other half is inside. It stretched its hand out as if it was crawling outwards, but it could not do so because it had already died. There was a bloodstain on the floor. “What happened to him?” Kyra asked. “He is the new owner of the house,” said Cain. Beatrix showed the house from the outside to the inside. It is beautiful and its design was modern. It has a color black and white paint.