Black Lagoon Novels & Stories

I pulled it across the bridge. Blue struck black. Steam erupted. A scream rolled through the city. The black water withdrew from the canal and climbed the walls instead. Shapes appeared everywhere. Under balconies. Inside windows. Along the palace roof. Hundreds of smooth faces turned toward us. The sea reached the outer walls. It did not crash against them. It rose vertically. A black wall taller than the towers surrounded Azure Tide. At its centre, two pale eyes opened. Grandmother fell to her knees. “The Black Ocean.”

Tomas whispered, "There's something else down there." The golden water turned black. A hand struck the surface from below, not human, not wolf. The Origin screamed. Chains appeared around its body, dragging it backward into the pool. Luna lunged and caught its wrist. Darius grabbed her around the waist. "Luna!" "Help me!" Aurora seized the Origin's other arm. Onyx grabbed Aurora. The black water rose around them. Maeve stared into the pool. Then recognition destroyed every trace of color in her face. "No."

🔞 ♠️ #BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 ♠️ Chapter 1 ♠️ #OMNISCIENT_POV HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! Cheerful sounds of laughter echoed inside the Xstacy club which is known to be one of the most exclusive and the most ᙭- rated clubs in Abuja.

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

Chiqta had taught me, but I always made mistakes because I was nervous. The black wolf sneered: "Little girl has a good idea, begging that punk is better than begging me, hey, I'll kill him first before I eat you!" And so he pounced. I can't read the right phrase I'm anxious to sweat, and suddenly Ulric disappeared, I felt a birthmark on my body I felt a burst of heat on my body where there is a birthmark, every pore began to hurt, the pain spread to all limbs and bones, beyond my ability to bear.

Steam fills the cave, and the pond unfreezes. " Ta, kay, la, vomitorium device. Open this realm, hear my voice, I seek the one known as Jessica, the birth giver of the Lunar Dynamis white wolf. Jessica reveals herself, appears. I watch in awe as the pond starts to bubble, looking like it's made of tar. A figure slowly rises from it, the body covered in black goo. A white light suddenly sprang around it, causing me to shut my eyes from the sudden brightness.

Luna, attuned to the ebb and flow of celestial energies, recognized that the night held a special resonance—one that echoed the celestial transformation that had unfolded. Agreeing to stay the night, Luna became a guest in the Blackmoon palace. The Blackmoon chambers, adorned with celestial elegance, welcomed her with a sense of cosmic hospitality. As night descended upon Blackmoon, Luna and her hosts gathered under the luminous glow of the moon, sharing stories and reflections on the transformative events that had transpired.

Azalea's POV Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy. I haven't been that happy in a long time. The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

It didn’t behave like any liquid I’d ever seen. It hissed as it touched the ground, thickening into a tar-like sludge. It writhed and moved, slithered, like it had a mind of its own. A sudden bubble burst at its center, releasing a foul smoke that twisted into the air with a shriek I felt rather than heard. Then, as if it had never been, the black ooze dissolved, vanished into the stone like it had never existed at all. I stood still, heart pounding, the remnants of the stench still clinging to my lungs.