Black Mass Real Story Novels & Stories

“What did you find out?” “The Blacks were hoarding thirty percent or more of the blood supply in order to make it look as though the town needed a culling. We were right,” Zeke says. He indicates some new reports on my desk. “Those should present some pretty damning evidence against the Blacks, though that’s Kris’s problem now.” I laugh. “I’d have paid a thousand vlads to see the look on that man’s face when King Axel told him he’d be stuck out in the boonies forever.”

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

He seemed young, in his late twenties at most, not more than that. There was no audio, and I could barely make out that they were talking. Drake impatiently leaned forward and fast forwarded the footage. The frames shot past like a bullet train, speeding towards a doomed reality which hadn't felt very real up till this moment. One moment, Raymond Black was standing in front of my father, his face alight with expressions of anger and exasperation, and the next he was on the marble floor, blood pooling around his body. I started in my place.

A crime they never knew nor understood, but yet believed because their chief priest had said they should. The next day was a special day for Ibekwe. It was a day that changed his life. It was the day he woke up from the blackness of his torture in a foreign land. He shaded his eyes from the piercing sun and started the journey to the mystery of his ancestors’ past.

Not when it was this demon in human form in front of him. "I am asking you again and for the last time,where is my money?" the other man who looked exactly like a drug lord said,while puffing carelessly on his pipe. "Give me just one month please. One more month and I promise I'll pay off my debt. Please" the older man begged. "You think i came all the way here to listen to your pleadings?" the drug lord said with a scoff. The older man, Mark,was mute. He had tried hard to pay back the debt he owed this demon standing in front of him,but things seemed to be working against him.

Marco whispered, confirming my worst fear. The Blacksmiths are a criminal organization of ex-convicts and mentally deranged individuals. Many of them are prisoners, who were somehow able to break out of jail. I mean, I'm literally a mafia boss, selling drugs and weapons, so I know them. These people were the worst kind of criminals one could ever imagine. Murderers, thieves, rapists, human traffickers and so on. The Blacksmiths are no joke. "So he wants revenge for his father's death? That's why he took my wife?" I seethed.

Steve explained to everyone that there will be sensitive visuals while Aziza gives her speech and people will have a chance to ask questions after. I am Aziza Gray, known to many as Mike’s precious jewel and to few as Mike’s gasoline. My father Mike Gray, his brother Nick Gray and many activists fought against the regime. Mike and Nick’s photo was shown on the screen. I attended rallies with my father and my uncle from a very young age. They were famously known as the Gray brothers. All they and millions of black people wanted was equality and to be treated with respect and dignity but instead they were hunted down and murdered. She paused and sighed, calming herself down.

I spun around, and that’s when I saw him. The man behind me. Holding a heavy stick dripping with blood. My blood. And the world went black.

Realization set in soon after. “This means…” he whispered. “The bloody night, twenty years ago. The story of the biggest war against the families in New York, all started because of a lie?” I nodded once. “I don’t understand.” Mason muttered. “You were the one that waged war on the families loyal to your father. You accused them of treason and wiped them out one by one.” His gaze snapped to me, fear, true fear creeping into his features. “That’s the whole reason they call you the Black Butcher,” he said quietly. “You slaughtered them all yourself.”

t hear what he said, so she quickly told Javen about it and they went to the hospital together. Pushing open the ward door, Cassie looked at the mess in front of her and could not help but ask, "Black, where are you?" "Here!" Black suddenly crawled out from under the bed. "I"m here." There were men lying on the ground trembling. One of them wanted to get up but found that he had no strength. "They are..." "I don"t know either. These men still want to hurt me. Fortunately, I can do Judo, otherwise, I would have suffered this time."