Black Lagoon Roanapur Novels & Stories

ASHTON Against my misguided judgment, my ‘run into things without thinking it through’ attitude, we go back to the complex giving me more time to prepare. Black Lagoon is the shadiest underground club in Moss Creek. Admission is tough to get and those who enter don’t always come out the same…or come out at all.

The bell over the door rings and the smell of coffee hits me, and the barista smiles like this is just another afternoon. “Hey, what can I get you?” “Coffee,” I say. “Black.” She nods and turns around, and I watch reflections in the glass instead of faces. Two wolves I do not recognize. A hunter pretending to scroll. And something else that feels wrong, like rot mixed with metal. Gus is moving pieces. I take the coffee and leave without sitting, and the second I step back outside my phone buzzes again. A call this time. “Arachne,” I say when I answer.

Lyric added. Ru let out a deep breath. Rider was right. Ghosts could wait for another time. “Okay. So… what else do we need to know?” “There are lots of caves in the area,” Lyric continued. “And a beautiful lake, Saiko. Parts of the forest are absolutely stunning, but the portion we’ll be visiting is mostly dense trees, tangled and twisted much like in Reaper’s Hollow, and it will be easy to get lost. Also, cell phones usually don’t work because of the lava. And… the ground can sometimes split open over a cave.”

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.

I ask, frustrated and upset with his lack of focus on the task at hand. “Could you read them to me?” he requests. I sigh, but do as he asked. “September 10th, 8:05am. Five rogues attacked the warriors on guard duty along the southernmost perimeter. All rogues were killed. Two warriors sustained shallow scratches. One on the arm. The other on the leg. The battle lasted for–” I cut off with a squeak as I feel something warm and wet touch the back of my neck. He licked me. Tyler licked me!

At least they would end this long wait, one way or another. At the head of the sea of rogue wolves stood a black stallion, quite similar to the white one that Logan had dismounted from. Logan suddenly felt small and inconsequential. He wished he had stayed on his own mount. He looked up into the eyes of the Rogue King. The man was huge; Logan wondered how the horse could hold him up. He was bald and had a large tattoo on the left side of his face, the exact shape of a crescent moon. The eyes that stared into Logan's were a pale, faded gray colour. They were cold and seemed to inflict fear on whoever looked into them.

Third person POV: Ravan got on driver seat of his Black Beast Russian Aurus Senat which is a bulletproof car while Mukul got inside his sparkling blue Lamborghini as they both headed to a common ground where Vivan was hold captive by his men’s, after almost driving for fifty minutes straight they both got out at ‘Sikandar Bagh’, Sikander Bagh is quite famous and one of most abandon place in the city of Lucknow but for all wrong reasons!, there are some stories of goose bumpy experiences on this ground however this place is fully loaded with all illegal business of shabbier sheikh, from drugs to gold, to alcohol was smuggled by Shabbier also as this area was spread across 150 yards there was

one of the rogues said as I tried to make sounds to get his attention. “What was that sound? Did it…” “Uh…..Its me….. gamma, I was….. yawning, I'm very tired please excuse us” Jimmy said stammering. "We need to get this done we’re late." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "I don't trust you wolves, let me see the sack, what pack are you from?" The rogue panicked. "Pack?…We... uh... We’re from the black paws" Lucas snorted. "Black paws? The Black paws weren't invited to this ball"

he yelled loudly to Ripo without looking at him. They speed toward the sounds of war. “I hope he is alright.” Mangolia muttered under his breath as he ran ******* Mangolia and Ripo arrived at the scene of horror. “Earthly mother of dragons, what on earth is going on here.” Ripo's outburst was valid because what laid in front of them couldn't have been done by the strongest wolves Mangolia knew, talk less a boy. Bodies littered the were - chimpanzees camp, and at the midst of this stood Ligon, the furs on his arms drenched in the blood of his foes. His back to them stood confidently as he tore through the gut of another chimp.