Black House Novels & Stories

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

"Mr. Oh, another delivery—four game machines and one dance machine.” One of the security personnel reported as he approached the butler, gesturing toward the truck parked just outside the mansion. Mr. Oh simply shook his head, a mix of disbelief and quiet amusement crossing his face as he stepped forward to oversee the delivery. “Bring them inside. I’ll show you where to place them,” he instructed calmly, already turning to lead the men in. It had only been a week. Just one week. And yet, the mansion had been transformed beyond recognition.

" 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.

He ran deeper into the dark, toward the heavy machinery at the back. He coughed through the dust, a predatory grin splitting his bloody face. "I'll burn this whole goddamn harbor down before I let him have the keys."

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?”

“What is he thinking? kidnapping that girl?” Old Man Black roared at Patrick’s assistant. Patrick’s wife had already packed out of the house after learning he had a secret wife and child. “He just started the war I’ve been avoiding my whole life,” Old Man Black said with rage. “ How can he offend the Hindleys…and Sharon at once!” He tried to continue, but he stopped and suddenly clutched his chest. His body collapsed heavily onto the floor. “Honey?” his wife gasped in panic “Call an ambulance now!” she screamed at the maids.

“Because men like them never go quietly. They don’t lose. They reload.” The next morning, Nova made a decision. They would go after Hayes. Not with files. Not with fire. But with proof. And for that, she needed to go somewhere she had avoided for years: The Blackthorne Estate. It stood like a fortress in the hills outside the city, all sharp corners and marble arrogance. Nova had been raised here. Taught to walk in heels, speak in code, and smile through betrayal. Now she walked up the driveway in combat boots and a black coat.

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.

Manhattan, New York, US. 11 PM Claire let out a long breath as she swept her gaze around—a large room dominated by dark colors such as black, dark blue, and gray. Yesterday, right after they drove for nearly an hour, they arrived at a simple house hidden from the hustle and bustle of the city. The house only has one floor, which is dominated by black and gray. There is a fireplace burning in the center of the building. However, Claire has felt no warmth since she came to this place.

POV: Maya The Blackwood estate sat hidden in the mountains, three hours north of Blackstone. The road twisted through dense forest until suddenly the trees parted to reveal a gothic mansion that looked like it belonged in a Victorian horror novel. Gray stone walls covered in ivy. Tall windows with heavy curtains. Turrets that reached toward the cloudy sky like accusing fingers. The place radiated old money and older secrets. "This is where your mother grew up?" Jaxon asked from the driver's seat.