Black Mass Real Story Novels & Stories

Seeing Jaxon and Mia looking like they glue each other, Rey glared at Gavin who looked innocently at everyone. “Blacky is not wrong, he just wants to play. You know already, he likes women,” said Gavin which made all the men there snort in disapproval. “I told you to keep the snake in his cage, Gavin,” Gideon hissed. “Imagine if it was Kalista, she might give birth prematurely.” All the men there shuddered at the thought of Kalista with her big belly climbing a chair and running around the room being chased by Blacky. “Usually Blacky is very sweet,” Gavin defended against his snake which looked at the men around with its round eyes as its body squirmed about to come to its master.

I heard the footsteps coming from both sides of me, but I didn’t care. They were about to grab me when a voice came through. “Enough.” It was just one word. But the room went silent immediately. The crowd parted. And through it walked a man in a black suit. There was power in his every step. Jesse Black. Rumor had it he was old money, with new power—his fortune rooted in global real estate, tech empires, and the kind of offshore accounts you couldn’t trace. Some said he had ties to the mafia. Others said his background was worse. No one dared confirm it nor did anyone dare to ask. I wondered what he was doing in such an event like this but I didn’t have much time to think.

Kamdiri swore almost in tears. "I can really feel your pain, when I was two years, my parents died, they was killed by rubbers, just a kid, I don't know anything then, my brother find it hard to take care of me, at the age of thirteen he sold me to another family, I can't call them human traffickers because they never treated my like a trafficked person, but I do a lot of house chores for years till the day the government of Vanguard was looking for two people to test their work on, the test for healing factor and expert in combat, in other to help them and fight werewolves, they handed me over to the government at this my twenty, and the government gave them millions of dollars without both

To make that journey on foot, through a country tearing itself apart under martial law, was a near-impossible feat. "Malik," Baraka said, the name tasting like ash in his mouth. "The broadcast." "The broadcast was just the beginning," the woman wept, shaking her head. "When the man in the black robes... when he crushed the tanks at the State House, the city went mad. Senator Tindo’s militias started burning the slums, looking for anyone with glowing eyes. But the man in the black robes... his followers are worse." She grabbed Baraka’s blood-stained shirt, her knuckles white.

"My instinct tells me that this is exactly what Elias Blackwell has been building toward for twenty years. Three packs going to total war in the middle of a major city isn't a supernatural anomaly anymore, Alpha. With that video viral, this becomes a human news event. It will be on every television screen, every digital platform, every news feed by midday. It’s the exposure he wanted. He didn't need the bomb at the Civic Hall because we are about to give him the public execution of our entire race on a silver platter." The silence returned, a heavy, viscid pressure that seemed to anchor us all to the floorboards. The sirens outside continued to scream, but they sounded distant now, like a ba

But he didn’t look like he had been asking if I wanted to do it. My father stood from his desk, palms flat on the wood. “Aurora. I messaged him already. He’s expecting you tomorrow morning.” My stomach dropped to the center of the earth. Damian Blackwood. The man CEOs feared. The man who ruined entire companies before breakfast. My father’s cold, dangerous best friend. Rumored to have killed his wife—never proven, never cleared either. Everything about him radiated danger. “Daddy, you can’t be serious,” I tried.

"The Black Rose League... it's impossible. You don't have the liquid capital. No one has that kind of shadow-funding." Kai Reyes had dropped his casual stance by the window. His cigarette was out, forgotten as he stared at the screen with the eyes of a soldier realizing he had walked into an ambush. His tongue clicked against his back teeth, his rogue’s grin replaced by a mask of cold, tactical alertness. "Damn," Kai hissed, his voice a low growl of respect and fear. "The ghost stories from the underworld... the ones we’ve been hearing for three years... they weren't legends. They were blueprints."

Starting up a fucking rumor. " Who wrote this said article?" " A really good journalist. We tried to pay her to take the article down since she was sugar-coating everything, she refused. She said, and I quote 'you can't shut me up, Ms. Hawkins. I'm going to tell the world how corrupt Killian Black is and how he's going around harrasing young women for a job.' Can you believe it?"

He leaned back, exhaling slow and ran a hand through his hair. He'd read everything he could get his hands on. Every file, every photograph, every hidden record that hadn't been erased by powerful men with enough blood on their hands to drown cities. Grace Blackwood wasn't just the adopted daughter of a mafia patriarch. She was a ghost of a system the world chose to look away from. One of the little girls sold into the underworld's darkest trade, passed around like a thing—not a child, not a soul, just a price tag for men who fed on innocence. The deeper he dug, the harder it became to breathe.

But it didn’t cleanse my mind. It was still full of him. Not just the Christian Blackwood who called me names and smirked at everything I did. No. The Christian who sat on my bed earlier with a distant look in his eyes. The one who finally told me about his parents. Who spoke of blood and silence and shadows that had followed him since he was five. His parents. Maria and Eric Blackwood. Betas. Assassinated twenty-two years ago because they had information they shouldn’t have had. But what kind of information?