Black Mirror Jerome Flynn Novels & Stories

The door flung open, and a tall and striking man dressed in a black coat stepped out followed by several other men in black. “Jerome!” The man pointing the gun at Kelsey called out with reverence the moment he recognized the man. Kelsey could feel her heart stop. It was Jerome! He was the infamous second-in-command of Shadow Gale. In her past life, she had only been acquainted with him by name but had never seen him in person. She was surprised to meet him in this life in person. “What are you doing?” Jerome took in the situation for a second, and then he asked without any particular inflection in his voice.

The first ones to have to go would be the flying monkeys. The dark elf hit the ramp, cranking the throttle when Rhychard wasn't in sight, assuming the human had already made the next level. One of the gargoyles trailed him. Rhychard saw the headlights of Jerome's Firebird as it made the turn. Two gargoyles flew above. If he timed this right, he might be able to take out the dark elf's path.

Jeremy immediately stopped smiling and stood up from the edge of the table he was sitting on and took a couple of steps back to get away from his brother. Jack was angry! Very angry! The eyes lit up with a red light, the claws on the hands lengthened, and absolutely white and incredibly sharp fangs appeared in the mouth. - Jack. Jack? What are you? - Raising his hands up at chest level with palms towards the evil leader, Jeremy asked quietly. - What are you so angry about? I told you that Black is not dangerous to us at all. He doesn't remember anything! He didn't even know he was a Hunter! And I ... - but he did not finish, falling silent in mid-sentence.

Jeremy tried to sound okay but the truth was, what he just saw and heard in Serin's eyes were already crippling him with shocking fear. "How can we understand if you always keep whatever has been bothering you to yourself?" Ken was right. But Jeremy didn't know how he would tell his best friends that he had been seeing flashing scenarios in Serin's eyes. "Tell us, so we can help you." Chris spoke, looking at him. Jeremy gulped out of uneasiness. Since he found Serin on Desf Road, he had been secretive towards his best friends. He never told them that Serin had called him Heron, that he could see haunting oddness in the girl's eyes, that the deep cut on her right shoulder was caused by an arr

JEREMIAH The elevator doors slid shut behind me with a muted click, sealing me inside a polished glass cage that smelled faintly of steel and cologne. Another day. Another mask. I adjusted the cuffs of my suit, eyes flicking briefly to my reflection in the mirrored wall. To the world, I was Jeremiah Blackwood—twenty-one years old, CEO of HT Enterprises, youngest executive to ever take the position, brilliant, ruthless, human. Only a handful knew the truth.

I didn't know if it was paternal or doctor instincts or feelings, remembering he was drooling the time we met at his laboratory. “I'm fine, Xander. I'm fine!” I pushed him off. “Get out! I need to change.” “Okay! But just know, Jeremy is already in the house.” “What?” “Yes! He killed all the other officers without even blinking. Some serious shit is going on in his head. Hurry!” “Where's Marlon?” “I don't know. He was here when we brought you, then went for a glass of water. He never came back.” What if Jeremy got to him first?

“Especially now that the Lycan was targeting our children.” After saying that, Dad fell silent for a while. He must have been contacting Jerome through the mind link. Several minutes later, the front door swung open, and Jerome entered with some of his trusted pack members. My parents stood up to welcome him, and I had no choice but to do the same. “Where is he?” Jerome asked. Then he stopped upon seeing Trevor lying on the sofa. “Fuck,” he muttered. He rubbed his forehead, shook his head, and then looked at my father. “He’s lucky to be alive.”

"This is my Gamma, Jeremiah." The man now known as Jeremiah sat on the other side of me, silent during this whole exchange. He barely acknowledged the introduction, only raising his eyebrows slightly to show he was paying attention. Jeremiah has shaggy black hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to be analyzing the situation in front of him. "Hello." I gave him a weary smile which wasn't returned.

Almost. But I couldn’t. Eamon will pay for what he did. “I will come back,” I whispered to myself. “When it’s all done, I’ll return.” “Lyra!” Jerome’s deep voice. “What a pleasure to see you again.” I straightened, wiping my eyes. “Good day, Mr. Jerome.” He smiled and gestured me toward the jet. I climbed inside. I had never flown before. The sound of the engines, the sloft leather seats, the sheer newness of it all it made me feel like a princess.

The impact sent a violent crack through the glass, splintering it into pieces as the TV went dark. She was shaking, rage coursing through her veins like molten fire. Jerome was supposed to be dead. Why wasn’t he dead? Autumn’s mind raced, trying to piece together what went wrong. She had followed Ava that day, watched her rush to the emergency clinic, confirmed the location. Damian had sent his men—so many men—and yet, once again, Jerome had slipped through their grasp. How? Her stomach churned violently. If Jerome was alive, it was only a matter of time before he pieced everything together. And when that happened—