Black Noir X Reader Novels & Stories

I held back a laugh at his mocking tone and returned my gaze to Blackthorn. “Did your Beta catch you up now?” he said sarcastically, and I held back from rolling my eyes at his condescending tone. “Yes, thank you,” I replied with the same level of sarcasm. “So this supernatural is releasing information how, again?” I asked. “In the form of fiction books,” Blackthorn snapped. “Well, if the books are marked as fiction, then why is it an issue? I mean, it’s not like the other tripe that is out there is causing us any harm,”

I'm about to taunt him when he slams his lips on mine. …. I do make some tiktok for my characters when I have free time and I just dropped an edit of Nikolai and Adrian. Feel free to check it out. My handle is “Books_haven”. Thanks for your support!

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M

*** ***For new readers who might want to read the original series while waiting for updates, here is the complete list of the BLACK SHADOW PACK SERIES in chronological order*** He's My Alpha (JACE's parents) The Beta Is Mine (TYLER's parents) Loving The Gamma (AUSTIN'S parents) In The Arms of My Alpha (CYRUS & AMBER's parents) Through The Eyes of My Alpha (ZACH's parents) Stealing The Heart of My Alpha (AMARA's parents) Under The Moonlight: The Black Shadow Pack Mate Bond Stories (side characters from the BSP series) All of these are available through the Good no vel App. HE's MY ALPHA is also available in paperback format in A M A . Z O N xoxo, CASSANDRA M

The space feels alive—exposed stone walls etched with faint storm runes that glow softly when the wind picks up outside, mismatched couches dragged into a loose circle, a low table scattered with half-empty mugs of tea, spell textbooks, and a deck of tarot cards someone left mid-reading. A record player in the corner spins something low and moody—old blues filtered through a modern vinyl crackle. Thorne Alexander Blackwood lounges on the arm of one couch, long legs stretched out, black leather jacket slung over the back. His dark hair falls into storm-gray eyes that still carry the faint red rim of vampire lineage, even in daylight. He’s sipping black coffee—straight, no sugar—watching the r

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

The 'go' shot of the journey had successfully gone off. "I love you too, Mason, and I just remembered to reply to a question you asked me days back. I gave it deep thoughts you know." "What question?" "You wanted to know the shade of my love like you did the other moods...feelings, isn't it?" Mason nodded causing her to near her lips to his ears. And with a whisper that made the hairs on his body, including his third leg, rise, she said, "Jungle Nexus. Jungle Nexus is the lip shade I've been wearing since you officially returned into my life. That, Mason Donovan, is the shade of my love for you."

Fluid was rapidly pooling beneath Belle's feet and running down her legs. For one long, stunned moment—Neither Ethan nor Park moved. Both men simply stared. Completely frozen. ****😳😳****

The thirty Black Hawks were lined up like a silent funeral procession, their rotors still radiating a shimmering heat haze that smelled of burnt fuel and desperation. Skylar stood at the base of the boarding ramp, her bare feet numb against the freezing steel. She pulled Sebastian’s trench coat tighter around her, the collar turned up to hide the fresh, dark bruises Landon had branded onto her neck. The wind whipped the heavy fabric around her legs, snapping like a black flag that refused to be lowered in surrender. The bite mark on her thigh throbbed—a rhythmic, searing ache that felt as though Landon’s teeth were still sinking into her skin with every step she took.