Black Noir Novels & Stories

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

They could at least give him that much, right? Noah gazed into the darkness in front of him. “How long do you intend to hide in the shadows? If you want to employ me, you should at least show some sincerity!” After briefly pondering Noah’s words, Black thought that he might as well oblige. Putting his future host in a better mood would surely make these negotiations easier. Thus, in the space in front of Noah appeared a shiny crystal shard the size of a baby’s clenched fist. Most of its light blue, nearly white, surface was covered by a pattern of a darker shade resembling a circuit board.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

With someone else's eyes, Nocté saw a bone blade: the handle was decorated with small fangs of kinsmen. The victim was practically lying at the tail of Nocté. The newt stroked her torn fins and didn't even cry out when the blade entered his chest and drew a line to the inguinal shell. With a dab, the insides fell out on the slabs. The song got even louder. A man's hand groped through the organs, as if through autumn leaves, threw away the heart and tore the bloody pearl out. In the semi-darkness it acquired a delicate pink hue. Nocté reached out to the dying newt and closed his eyes.

Noir stayed silent, not letting his train of thought be slashed in the middle. So after passing silence, Bon spoke again, "Why don't you just pull her back and fight the devil?" Bon knew that when he said that, Noir's thoughts will be cut off and he's bad for doing that, but Noir thought he was under the influence of alcohol so it's okay to tease his brother a little. But he guesses he pushed him a little too far with that statement. Noir's face became serious, he emptied his glass of rum and said, "I can't. I cannot fight the devil."

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

But he followed me tonight. The Noir de Costas bled into the dark behind us. My shadows, my family of knives, guns, and loyalty that can't be broken. Their movements were quiet and precise. The Noirs were already cleaning up the higher floors of this skyscraper, where drug dealers were shot down in alleys and their bodies were left to cool under fluorescent lights. We moved with the night, hunting and erasing. As one of my men dragged a body across the floor into the dark, Damian flinched. The smear left behind caught the dim light.

“Way stronger than any rogue I’d faced before.” “I know,” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath. “It’s like they weren’t even…wolves anymore.” That was when I looked down. The blood on my hands—it wasn’t red. It wasn’t the crimson I was used to, the kind that came with wounds and wars and too many years of violence. No, this was black. Thick. Oily. Like tar. Like rot. I blinked, thinking maybe I was seeing things wrong, but then I saw it on Nolan too. On Ava’s face. On Liam’s claws. On Shane and Jade. All of us. Covered in that black, putrid mess.

Nothing, no scent, no sound, no sign that anyone had entered. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I clutched my pounding head. I staggered to my feet, guided only by the pale moonlight spilling through the window. My body felt like lead, weak, empty, and starving, my throat burned with dryness. I stumbled into the kitchen and drank water. I set the cup down, and that’s when it happened. A sharp, agonizing crack split through my bones, my knees buckled. No. Not again. I screamed as the shift overtook me, my bones twisting, reshaping, skin tearing. The black wolf emerged, ruthless and wild, trapping my soul behind its eyes.

“Left a letter… just for you.” And then, with a final exhale, his body goes limp. I don’t move at first. I watch him, waiting for the inevitable dark trick. Nicholas has always been a snake, always finding ways to slip through death’s grasp. Slowly, cautiously, I step forward, picking up the cup. I bring it to my nose, and immediately, my body tenses. Blackthorn Poison. One of the deadliest in existence. Just inhaling its fumes burns my throat, making me cough violently. I curse, throwing the cup across the room, watching it shatter against the wall.