Black Noir Novels & Stories

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

Hunter said quietly, “because for the first time in such a long and bleak life I have a real friend whom I don’t want to lose. After standing like that for a little while, Black began to quickly get ready. To begin with, he changed into all black: a T-shirt, jeans, army boots with metal inserts on the toes, leather fingerless gloves, a bandana on his head. In the dark, it would be difficult to see even a creature with such incredible vision as wolves. Quickly making a temporary shoulder sheath for blades from improvised means, John placed them behind his back and only after that he left the house. Climbing into his Mercedes, Black, in anticipation of the imminent battle, started the car engi

They had always acted under orders, and nobody had dared to summon them without warning. If an arcane seeker or a wandering soul had been bold enough to do something like this, they would have already dragged them down to hell to suffer for it. Dressed in a dark official robe, Noir stood beside Blanc. He had an indifferent expression, his features sharp and menacing. A heavy wrath clung to him as the iron chain in his hand swayed lightly, letting out a faint clinking sound. His eyes were filled with irritation, and he was just about to snap at whoever had summoned them so rudely.

Beta Noir was leading the patrol group for the night. He had made it his utmost aim to catch and extract information from every rogue lurking around in the darkness. He geared up himself before leaving for the packed gate where he’d meet the speedy awaiting group. He flexed up his muscles underneath his shadow black armor shins. Noir never really fancied color that much. As he approached the gate, he saw Alpha Damon come through it. He halted and bowed his head.

I jump when I see him. Prime Alpha Nikolai Blackwell. And he looks grim. Deadly eyes of his rolls down to size me up, face flat and expressionless, and his hair covers a large part of his forehead. And he's shirtless. He's sweating. He must have been exercising. I swallow a large lump that hurts my throat. My thoughts spiral. He's exquisite, wearing a grey pant that reveals his packed bulge. His bare chest carries a dark ink, spreading from his chest down to his spine and to his back. A large tattoo of a wolf!

Professor Noir's domain. The door swung open before I touched it. Riven stood in the frame, coat of midnight silk drinking what little light existed in the corridor. His rust-brown eyes found mine, then dropped to Zephina's hand in mine, then to the ring on my finger. The black stone pulsed once, recognition or hunger or both. "You're late, little witch." His voice was velvet over gravel. "Noir started without you. Something about the theoretical applications of shadow consumption in enclosed spaces."