Black Noir Novels & Stories

I sighed deeply, relaxing into Damon's bed as a familiar scent filled my nose. I jerked up from the bed and faced the door before it opened. My eyes turned into daggers at the intruder. Noir walked in carefully and gracefully. She swayed her hips slightly as she looked around the room before they found mine. She was wearing a black dress and a pair of silver heels, her dark makeup added with the evil gleam in her eyes and the wide smirk made her appear like a devil that I knew she was. "You seem to have a free now to Damon's room, huh?" She said, taking a step towards me and I stayed put.

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

I had to get out of there, but not before I peeked inside the secret room. I took the pen that he let fall and drew the songbird code on my wrist. I then made out in search of my way towards it. Once I got to it, I knocked. Just as I suspected, they inquired for the code. I exposed my fake tattoo then suddenly, the door jolted open. It revealed a long, stretched, bare, dark corridor illuminated by red and pink neon lights. Was it some sort of club? The girl who had opened the door, stepped out from behind it and pushed it, closed. She had red hair which most of it was tucked under her black beanie. She had on a black mask covering the lower part of her face, her eyes the only ones visible.

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

The air between them was heavy with unsaid words and crackled, but the knock was stronger this time. With a knot of dread in her stomach, Anita turned towards the door. Nathan let out a sharp breath, combed his hair, and strode ahead. He pulled the door open after unlocking it. On the opposite side stood Sebastian Blackwood. The man was a powerful figure, dressed in a fitted black suit. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had icy, merciless blue eyes.

A memory of Kyomi asking me why I was so obsessed with black flashed in front of my brain, causing a smile to ghost my face. My little vixen didn't know what black did. Everything may be high and mighty but blackness next to it and it all dissolved into nothingness. Black wasn’t just fashion. Not just a statement. It was my weapon. My golden crest filled with secrets and testimonies. Black hid blood really well, it swallowed it and hid it from the prying eyes. It blended well with it. The guards at the entrance barely registered us until we passed through the first security checkpoint without blinking. Terrell gave a single curt nod to one of our old connections in the bureau, who let us in

"You're not wrong about that." The door pushed open wider and Noir walked in carrying a black duffel bag slung over one shoulder. His long hair was tied back now in a low knot at his nape, revealing the sharp angles of his face and that brutal scar bisecting his silver eye. He stopped just inside the doorway, mismatched eyes flicking between Lorenzo's proximity to me and the flush still burning across my cheeks. "Am I interrupting?" His voice was flat, emotionless, but his green eye held amusement that contradicted the deadpan delivery.

Crack! Noir stomped on the ground and charged forward again. Black Hawk met the attack head-on and engaged in a battle with Noir. The two were still evenly matched. Andrius joined the fight. Bam! Crash! Thud! With his left hand behind his back, he delivered three punches, each faster and stronger than the previous. The Black Hawk was completely defenseless and was quickly incapacitated by Andrius’ blows. “Amazing...” The Black Hawk wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes and said in genuine admiration, “As expected of the Wolf King!”

He called and called but the man never responded to him. Black called his boss, "Any important news? I am busy" he uttered the moment he picked up. "The two fools were working on their own accord. They were just going to scare her and then blackmail her to get money out of her. What do I do with them?" Black tortured them until they spoke, and at the end of the day they were only blackmailers. Bohden's eyebrows furrowed when he heard the news

For the next few minutes, I keep trying to rouse my mate out of his state of unconsciousness by calling his name and reaching out for him through our mating bond. Eventually, the door opens, and the tell-tale clacking of heels against the concrete floor fills my ears. Madam Noir steps into my line of vision. She has a nasty black eye, and her right shoulder looks stiff. She's wearing red heels, and her nails are painted red. There's a blank look on her face, but I can feel the hostility oozing from her. Her gaze darkens when it falls on my mate. Her uninjured eye twitches and she heads towards the table, staring at the weapons with a sudden sparkle in her eyes.