Black Lightning Khalil Novels & Stories

The air shifted. The figure stepping forward was massive, easily towering over me by at least a foot, his broad shoulders cutting through the dim light like a living shadow. His eyes—black, bottomless, unnatural—locked onto me with a quiet kind of hunger, not like a prey, but like something calculating, something measuring. Lilith smiled as she leaned against the crumbling stone. “This is Kieran. He’s our best.” Kieran cracked his neck, his expression unreadable. “You don’t look like much.”

Shelby warned from her place in the mirror. " Does that mean I get to do a necessary killing? " Lightning teased with an amused glint in her eyes before walking away to get dressed. She opened the closet and went straight to her own section. Shelby liked warm colors and favored jeans and T-shirts or anything that makes her comfortable, but Lightning's taste in clothing differs from her twin personality taste like night and day, just like every other thing about them. She looked at her leather jackets and decided to go with a long sleeve black leather, a white crop top inner top that will flaunt her rock-solid abs with her belly ring, and the skin-tight jeans with three-inch square heels blac

"Keiran? I'm sorry I don't quit feel like I follow. Someone explain to me why you are calling me Alarick? And who the hell is Keiran?" Blake hated feeling confused. Everything they were saying was just confusing him more and more each time. Nothing made sense to him. The door suddenly bursts open. A lycan walks in unannounced. Blake's sudden reaction was to stand and go in attack mode. His canines exposed along with his nails on his hands elongating and eyes dark. Threatening to shift onto Xander. "Calm down Xander! It's just me. Nico. Let me shift back to Harou and we can sit down and talk. Ok?"

But Killian didn't need my silver. He walked up to Silas, stopping so close their chests almost touched. He didn't shift. He didn't growl. He simply reached out, grabbed the front of Silas’s heavy leather vest with one hand, and pulled the massive Alpha down until they were eye-to-eye. "My howl doesn't belong to you, Silas," Killian said, his voice quiet but so laced with raw, human venom that it carried to the back of the hall. "I am Killian Blackwood. I took the Citadel. I took the South. And if you think my wolf is the only thing that makes me dangerous, step outside with me right now. No shift. No claws. Just two men and a knife."

When Nadir left to go to the portal that led to the surface, she came across someone that didn't want to see, now or ever. - Samael...- Nadir almost whispered his name as he rose in front of her - almost two meters tall, broad-shouldered, with long black hair and piercing, captivating eyes that changed color depending on his mood, from dark black to sea blue, all the way to blood red.

Out in the nearly blinding darkness, I can see a tall figure sitting up on the bed beside me with messy dark hair and skin that's so light you can even see it in the blackness. "Shhh," he says. Of course it's Andrei, why wouldn't it be? In a shaky breath, I feel his hand graze against my cheek in a fair attempt to calm me down. "Please, Skylar. I promise you're safe, I am only here to make sure it stays so." I shake my head in a panic. "L-let me go!" I cry and shake my restrained wrists. "Why did you do this?!" This can't be happening.. He's going to keep me here and I'm never going to be free again; this is it.

Silver burned through them, thin cracks of moonlight threading the dark. The First pressed harder. Let me save him. Let me make him breathe again. “No.” Killian’s voice was raw. “Not you. Me.” He spread his arms. The shadows rose like wings. The warlord faltered. For the first time, the grin vanished beneath the helm. Light and dark wove together — black flame haloed in pale silver. Killian’s eyes burned white, his blade sheathed itself in a storm of radiance and shadow. The air shook, stone cracking under his boots.

I hurried down the long, winding driveway, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. *Protect the baby. Get to the gate.* The wrought-iron gates loomed out of the mist, their sharp decorative pikes pointing toward the black sky like warning fingers. Just beyond them, a matte-black SUV sat idling, its headlights extinguished. It looked like a predator waiting in the tall grass. As I approached, the back door opened. Killian Blackwood stepped out. He wasn't wearing the charcoal mask anymore. In the pale moonlight, his features were sharp, his jaw set in a grim line of determination. He looked lethal—a man who had spent his entire life preparing for this moment.

It was an instinctual reaction to a much, much stronger Alpha. A hand reached out from the dark, swirling a glass of amber liquid. Then, the man leaned forward, and the moonlight sliced across his face. I stopped breathing. Killian Blackwood was terrifying. He was older than Liam—maybe in his late thirties—but time hadn't weakened him; it had only carved him into something sharper. A jagged scar ran from his jaw down to his neck, disappearing under the collar of a crisp black shirt that was unbuttoned at the top, revealing hinted muscles that looked like they were cut from stone.

And it demanded allegiance. The lead hunter stepped forward, silver-tipped blade catching the moonlight. “Kael Blackthorn,” he spat, venom in his voice. “Exiled or not, you will answer for your crimes.” Kael’s eyes narrowed, golden and feral, glowing in the shadows. “Crimes I did not commit,” he growled, teeth bared. “You’re the criminals. You will leave this place alive only if I allow it.” Lucian’s laugh was low, dangerous, echoing through the trees. “Alive?” he said. “You’re the ones walking into a storm you won’t survive. You have no idea who—or what—you’re dealing with.”