Black King Drifters Novels & Stories

When suddenly the driver hit the brakes, making Marvin yell in frustration. "What the hell, man!" Marvin shouted at the driver. "I'm sorry sir, there's some sort of obstruction on the road. It's not safe to drive any further," the driver explained. Marvin huffed in annoyance and opened the car door to step out and see what was going on. As he walked towards the front of the car, he saw a woman stumbling towards them, her face hidden under a hooded coat. She was shivering uncontrollably and looked like she was about to collapse any moment.

Reality Two The blackness broke into a jarring scene: the border between River and Rivermirror. Hound’s chest was gaping open, a hole where his heart should have been. He was dragged across the dirt by Argent, a briefcase clutched tightly in her hands. Blood poured into the empty cavity, seeping into the dirt as pain seared through him. Behind them, shadowy figures closed in, their faces obscured. Who are they? The searing pain intensified, his breathing shallow and desperate. The darkness came again.

1—Reconciliatory Matters 2—The Gypsy on Darkened Shores 3—Lost in Dim Carcosa 4—The Usurper’s Ascent 5—Season of the Leech 6—Beneath Black Stars 7—Behind Pallid Masques 8—The Final Reconciliation 9—Tatters of the King The Yellow Kings are: Johnny Leifthauser (Vocals & Rhythm Guitar) Aidan Cross (Lead Guitar) Hank Jones (Bass) Bobby Stone (Drums, Synth) Management: Reggie Allen Special Thanks:Camilla Bierce

I remained where I was. Rowan slowly raised one hand. “Alpha Damian Volkova.” He pointed toward the men behind him. “Allow me to introduce you to the rulers whose existence you have refused to acknowledge.” The first man stepped forward. “King Aldric of the Northern Wildlands.” Another stepped forward. “King Malakar of the Ashen Lands.” Then the third came forward. His eyes were completely black. “King Draven of the Forgotten Territory.” A cold silence filled the hall. Three Alpha Kings. They were all here.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.