Black Lightning Khalil Novels & Stories

And suddenly, the entire hall fell silent. Khalid was one of the most feared members of our pack. He had led us into countless battles, contributing to the reputation and fear that the name BlackStorm Pack carried. He was notorious for his mystery, rarely seen in public. Somehow, I had never been privileged to serve him. He had personal maids and servants—all non-Omegas, if that was worth mentioning. “I have indeed found my mate.” The entire hall exploded into chaos. People cheered, jumped, and rejoiced so loudly I thought the roof would collapse.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Give me the pain I craved. "Don't you dare do that shit," a voice boomed behind me, startling me and causing me to drop the stone. I whipped around to see Khalil standing behind me. One of his arms was wrapped in a bandage, tied to his neck to create a balance while the arm hung wrapped. He had a somber expression on his face, his hair pulled into his usual bun. He looked weary... exhausted... sick. He had on tight black pants and a leather jacket like the one Sherneil wore six days ago.

Emperor Khalil Zachary Ventimiglia. He was hailed as the youngest Great Archmage in history. Ever since he was a child, the potential that he had was already shown to the continent. Unfortunately, he took too much of the limelight that his twin sister, Princess Kristina Zariah Ventimiglia, hadn't got a chance to have any. The attention, care, and resources poured down to Khalil while his twin sister was thrown at the back. Because unlike him, Kristina had a below-average talent in magic and no affinity with sword energy. It was like the twins were made to be polar opposite with each other.

he obviously hated his master. "I need you to do something dangerous but important." "Depends. Getting whipped is not fun India." "I know but listen first. Just hear me out," he nodded. We need you to knock on the doors of the Dark Prince's chambers. Do. Not. Go. In. There should be a red haired servant gi-" "Eve Kheelan right?" "Yes! How did you know?" "We are both personal servants and don't work very far from each other. So yeah. We see each other but we don't talk."

“She is not here. Paul said she never arrived this morning.” Gabriel turned around slowly. He placed his katakana over his shoulder. He only wore it when he knew he was drawing blood. “Summon the Black Horde! I want her found. NOW!” The thought invaded Alek’s mind again and carried with it the anger of his master. “Right away my lord,” Alek disappeared into the darkness as though Gabriel, himself, was chasing him.

Tehila's POV The challenger stepped forward from the back of the chamber. He was massive, easily taller than both Zane and Dalton, with shoulders broad enough to block out the light. His face was scarred with old wounds that spoke of battles survived and his entire dressing and walking step screamed military and dangerous power. I had never seen him before in my life, why would he challenge them for me? "Who are you?" Alpha Blackwood demanded, sounding surprised himself. "Ryker North, Alpha of the Nightshade pack," the stranger answered with a deep voice. "Tehila Morrison is my fated mate and I am here to claim what the Moon Goddess gave me."

Adrian said as he stood up, followed by Elliot who smiled at Lila. “Looking forward to our first lesson.” Then, the Ravens left the table, leaving Lila and I behind. I watched the back of their jerseys with their number and last name behind. Blackthorn 1. Hale 2. Kane 4. Pierce 5. I would remember every one of them. Because one day, they’d remember mine. Langston. The omega who tore down their kingdom. I’ll make sure of it. Follow me on I. , G: authormiragreen

Turning his head slightly, as if listening to something I couldn’t hear, he said, “Demon, if you would.” The shadows in the restaurant thickened. They dripped from the walls like molasses, like oil in water. Emerging from a sheet of darkness was Kaelith. He was dressed this time in black from neck to toe. A fitted, long sleeve shirt molded to his lean form, the sleeves tight around his wrists. His hair was an oil slick in this light, with a milk white slash through the front. Those crimson eyes fell on me. He said nothing. He didn’t need to.

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"