Black Lagoon Roanapur Novels & Stories

The thought alone made me sad but I willed myself to focus on the task at hand. When I entered a room that I thought would be my last before I gave up, I saw a black laptop on the desk inside. “Bingo” I exclaimed, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I took a seat at the desk and opened the laptop and I noticed that it wasn't password protected. It seems like luck was on my side today and some external force was looking over me. I checked to see if it was connected to the internet and it was. So I went ahead to type ‘theban alphabet’ in the search bar.

I scowl at it. If Ragnar thinks I'm going to play his game, then he's grossly mistaken. I make way for the bathroom, but my hand brushes over the shelf, knocking a book down. I'm about to pick it up and toss it back in the shelf when I stop, looking at the open page. An image of a hooded man, dressed in a black coat, swinging a scythe in one hand stares back at me. "The tale of the three wolf packs..." I whisper, reading the caption underneath.

She paused at the next corner and tapped her earpiece. "Paula? Where’s your cavalry?" "On the move. Hold tight." Suddenly, a black van screeched to a halt beside her. Two masked men lunged out. Riva spun, tossing a smoke canister, diving through a fence as bullets shattered concrete behind her. A motorcycle roared into view — Dino’s man, Kaleo, stretched out a hand. "Time to go, ghost girl!" Riva leapt onto the bike just as another shot rang out. The tire hissed. Kaleo cursed, veering into a tight street as flames sparked from the rear.

"A pack? In Oakhaven? I’ve lived here for years and never caught their scent. They must be very good at hiding.” "They are, sir," the scout said. He swiped the screen of the tablet, showing grainy photos taken from a rooftop. "They fought with a level of coordination I haven't seen in years. But there was one who caught our attention. The woman who seems to be their leader. Liora Hale." Victor took the tablet, his thumb scrolling through the images. Most were blurs of motion, but one captured Liora mid-turn, her eyes glowing a faint, ethereal silver.

Of teeth. Liora’s blood ran cold. She opened her eyes. "There's something in the woods. Something the stones don't recognise. Something that feels… wrong." Ronan was already grabbing his axe. "Where?" Liora focused. The stones pushed an image into her mind. A place about three miles to the east, where a creek cut through a steep ravine. A place of shadows and old, tangled roots. "The Blackroot Ravine," she whispered. "I know it," Ashiel said, his face grim. He was pulling on his heavy winter tunic. "It's a nasty place. Easy to defend. Hard to approach."

The trees become a green blur. Finally, the rogue slows his pace. He drops his shoulder and dumps me unceremoniously onto the damp grass. I hit the ground hard, rolling onto my side. I push myself up on my elbows, shaking the dirt from my hair. We are in a small, hidden meadow. A shallow creek bubbles over grey rocks nearby. Wildflowers grow thick along the banks. And standing in the shadows of the ancient oaks are seven more rogue lycans. They are massive, scarred, and filthy. But they are not growling.

Landed on me. He licked his lips. My stomach tightened. “We’re here for the human,” he said. “The little Luna.” A chill crawled up my spine. “You’ve trespassed on Blackmoon land,” Lucian said, ignoring the jab. “That is already a mistake. You won’t make a second.” Rogue number two chuckled, shifting his weight, hands flexing. “We heard you had a problem,” he said. “Thought we’d be good neighbors and… remove it for you.”

The trellis marked the entrance to my serene Lagoon, a tranquil oasis that I was eager to share with Roxy. As we stepped through the trellis, Roxy's breath caught in her throat, and she gasped in wonder. The Lagoon unfolded before us like a hidden paradise. Vines and colorful flowers wove together, forming a natural canopy that filtered the sunlight and cast dappled shadows on the forest floor. The water itself was a dazzling turquoise, its crystal clarity reflecting the vibrant hues of the surrounding foliage.

In the end, even though it had a spooky vibe, it was just an old abandoned house and nothing else. Fitzy mock-scowled. “Oh, c’mon. Set a good example for Gavin, why dontcha?” Kevin shook his head and grinned. “Nope. Been there and done that, Fitzy. We’re good.” Bill, who’d been quiet up until then, smiled at me and said, “Creature from the Black Lagoon is showing Wednesday night at the park, Nate. You down?” I grinned. “Yeah, definitely.” “Cool. If you get there first, save me a spot.”

The sound of paws smashing on the floor of the forest that had been carpeted by leaves from the large canopy of trees above was followed by the yelps of wolves. Ayra ran with all her might not wanting to be caught by the group of rogues behind her because she knew that once she was caught, the story would be another thing. They would use their long fangs and dig into her flesh, tearing her apart like she was good and this was all for the fun of it.