Novel & Cerita Black Lagoon Fanfiction

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The drive to Black Water took almost three hours and Layla, having had only two hours sleep, drifted in and out of sleep while Gray sat beside her typing on his laptop. They had barely spoken for most of the trip after he had tried to make conversation but she had made it clear that she wasn’t in the mood for small talk. He glanced surreptitiously at her now, wondering what on earth Blake was up to sending his only daughter as a peace offering to his archenemy. The girl was barely eighteen and looked like a stiff breeze would blow her over and yet, she had a steely resolve and conviction, that made her stronger than she looked.

PRESENT DAY… KAILIN BLACKWOOD Kailin was wrapped in fear. He tried not to show it, but as the image of the scene outside and thoughts of Aspen’s death ran through his mind, he became weakened in front of the Lycan Queen. And she instantly caught on, and that caused her lips to form a smirk.

Chapter one Rejected Elena Pov "I, Blake Blackwood, future Alpha of the Moon Crest Pack rejects you, Elena Reynolds as my fated mate and future Luna". "Ugh.. - " I gasped and groaned as blinding pain ripped through me sending me collapsing to the ground. I clenched my chest tightly and my heart leaped almost out of my chest. I couldn't breathe. The ground felt like it had been ripped off from under me and tears burned my eyes.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

It was a disaster; Silas had let his empire rot while he chased a ghost. Leo and Luna sat on either side of me, eating their breakfast with a quiet, disciplined dignity that clearly unsettled the staff. They didn't fidget. They didn't whisper. They sat like young royals, their silver-blonde hair catching the morning light. "Mommy," Luna whispered suddenly, her fork pausing halfway to her mouth. Her violet eyes—hidden behind the contacts—darted toward the grand entrance. "The bad flower is here. I smell the fake jasmine."

I collapse beside her, chest heaving. She rolls toward me, kisses me slow, lazy, tasting both of us. I’m still catching my breath when she grabs my face, forces me to look at her. Her eyes aren’t brown anymore. They’re pure black. A smile spreads across her face that doesn’t belong to Lyra. Black smoke pours from her mouth, her eyes, her skin. It slams into my chest like a frozen blade. I try to pull away. Can’t. The smoke floods me. Burns cold.

“Fine, fine. But if you want answers, you’ll need to be a bit more specific.” Asher, leaning against the desk, rolled his eyes. “Stop stalling. You looked at Liana like you’d seen a ghost. Start talking, old man.” For a moment, Malcolm said nothing, his gaze flickering to the fire as if searching for answers in the dancing flames. Then, with a sigh, he began. “When I saw her—Liana—I wasn’t seeing her. I was seeing someone else. Aurora Blackwood,” Malcolm said, his voice heavy with a mix of reverence and sorrow. “The resemblance is… uncanny.”

“By the power of the Moon Goddess and the bond you’ve pledged, I now pronounce you Alpha and Luna of Blackwood Pack. May your rule be strong and your bond unbreakable.” “This was dreadful.” Sebastian sighed exhaustedly beside me. I nodded in agreement, though he couldn’t see. I felt a prickle under my skin, and felt a sense of being watched. I looked around the ballroom until my eyes landed on Lola, shooting me the most unusual look I’ve seen on her face. It’s almost.. happiness. If that’s not enough to make me uncomfortable, I don’t know what is. •••••••••••••••••••••

We were back in that cold space again. The air between us felt more heavier. My thoughts were loud, crashing inside me. I wished Lira and I could just have a conversation like the little one we had on our way to the car. Maybe she could say something about my family again, and I could reply. But why am I even thinking this way? Why do I suddenly care? I’m Damian Blackwood. Why does it feel like I’m wanting her now? I still couldn’t believe what I heard at dinner. Lira… telling my father she’s Mrs. Blackwood.