Black Lagoon Mc Novels & Stories

The old lighthouse had been dark for years. Perched on the jagged edge of Widow’s Point, the Black Hollow Lighthouse had been abandoned since the night Keeper Alden Rowe vanished without a trace. No one had taken the position after that. Some said he’d fallen. Others whispered the sea had claimed him for a debt long unpaid. Mara didn’t believe in sea-debts. But she knew what she saw. Three flashes. Evenly spaced. Deliberate. The pattern repeated. Her little brother, Toby, burst into her room. “Did you see it?”

As usual, the twins move closer to her, knowing that we are going to have to reveal what type of dragon is to Alpha Atlantico. “Do not fret young alpha’s I am aware that your luna is a black crystalline opal dragon. My cousin as you are aware found his mate in a rare black diamond dragon. Little Malik is quite precious to us and we are making sure that his true identity is very well guarded.” Alpha Atlantico states.

“Stick the kettle on then Chelsea because I really want to know what the fuck you are playing at?” “Biscuit?” I pushed the plate of cracked cookies over the table towards him. It was a lame thing to do but the longer I could postpone this conversation the better. I needed to think of a plausible excuse as to why Wicked had just been seen leaving my house. And so far I was coming up blank. “Sit your ass down, Chelsea.” Young Blood had flung his legs out just like Wicked had done. They were, all the same, the men of the Black Aces. They all thought they could boss me around.

“Indeed. I have no idea who the f*ck he is, and this dude doesn’t even have a good reputation. I figured that Sergeant Larson doesn’t even know his name, so why would he even be bothered about him?” “He’s not being provocative, but he’s asking to be humiliated, haha…” Lebowski’s expression grew even more unpleasant after hearing the mockery. He loathed Zayn even more. After exchanging a glance with Kairo, he could see Kairo’s determination and rage, so he made up his mind to spare no effort in killing Zayn. The next person who went into the ring was the Black Mamba. His method of entering the ring was completely different from the others. He did not jump up from his seat in the spectators’ s

Freya's eyes were glued on him as she took in every movement. The engine roared to life beneath him, its deep growl vibrating through the highway and sending a thrill through the gathered crowd. A thunderous cheer erupted from the members of the Black Forge MC. "Prez!" "Teach that bastard a lesson!" "Show him why this is our territory!" Across the road, Kael climbed onto his crimson motorcycle. Unlike Luca, who seemed completely indifferent to the attention surrounding him, Kael clearly thrived on it. He repeatedly revved his engine, filling the night air with an aggressive roar that drew excited screams from several women standing nearby.

They brought us to a large pair of black iron doors engraved with the sigil of the Iron Fang—an open jaw with jagged fangs, poised to crush. One guard knocked once. The doors groaned open from within. A wave of warmth spilled out from a massive hall. At its center stood a long obsidian table, flanked by high-backed chairs. There were eight people seated already, their eyes locked on us as we entered. At the head was a tall man with storm-gray eyes, cloaked in deep charcoal leathers. He didn’t need to rise for his presence to be felt. Alpha Regal. Beside him, equally composed and unreadable, was a striking woman with silver-streaked black hair braided tightly over one shoulder. Her eyes were

intoxicating in its unvarnished appreciation of my physicality. "For a divine creature in decidedly feral spirits this evening..." he mused, tapping one long finger against his chiseled jaw. "I do believe our signature 'Black Lotus' would make for an... invigoratingly spiritual first rite of passage, wouldn't you agree?" Lilly clapped her hands together delightedly, features awash in the pulsing infinity pattern of the lavender infinity room backdrop. "You read my mind as always, darling! Two of those devilish concoctions forthwith, if you'd be so kind."

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Amelia I never should’ve answered my brother’s call. The thought crossed my mind for the tenth time as I stood in the marble-clad lobby of Blackwood Enterprises, the polished floor so clean it reflected the anxious rise and fall of my chest. High above me, the company’s insignia — a minimalist black ‘B’ encased in a silver circle — gleamed against the stark white wall, daring me to turn back. I didn’t.