Black Novel Novels & Stories

If Pete accompanied him, the blackmail would be more legit. Pete mulled on his it till he finally arrived at a decision. "When is this going down?" "Tomorrow night." He answered. "Fine. One last night." Pete said, agreeing. "But I have to ask, do you really have the black book?" "One of them." He answered, gulping out of fear. The content of the black book was cynical. It contained the deeds of many elites in the city who had done one too many shady things. "Will you have it over this time? It is the only way we will return in one piece." Pete inquired.

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

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,”

Low and restrained, not harsh, not passionate — the voice of a man who had learned to weigh words in the balance. Leya opened the door. Samuel Ithis Blackwood crouched under a fire-charred titanic walnut desk. The bookshelves loomed above him, rank after rank of books that scented the air with power and dust. The lantern cast but a dim spear into the room, and the golden amber shadows danced on his face. The one held a glass of brandy in it. The second was placed on a sheet of paper, as if the ink of the paper was too much to lie on something alive, yet claimous.

Adalyn Darkness surrounded me, I could hear some faint noises, but my eyes refused to open. I tried to move any part of my body, but it was useless. I felt another prick in my neck and slowly feeling started to return. I’m not sure how long it took but I was eventually able to open my eyes. The light in the room was blinding. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” I tried to move my arms, and when I looked, I realized I was in chains. I pulled on them but there was no slack. It looked like I was in a cell and it had to be underground. There were no windows anywhere. They had spotlights set up with the cords running under the bars at the door.

"We don't have any students coming here since everyone has class." Cathy and Roxie agreed. They took different kinds of books. "Miss, what book is this?" Roxie asked in surprise. Cathy and the Librarian turned to Roxie. They saw that Roxie was holding a book that was black in color. Apart from its black cover, there is nothing else written on it. "Oh, so there it is," the Librarian said, gently taking the book from Roxie. "It's a book about rogue wolves. I've been looking for it for a while," she explained.

"Aiya, don't play deaf. Why don't you tell me why you came?" After saying a few more casual lines—and before she could actually throw some of the ingenious and unheard of insults she just created—the third pest stepped out from the shadows. Clothes entirely in black, she looked gloomy but stupid. Yes, black was a thing for assassins and scouts... like it was a unanimously-agreed and universally-accepted uniform; it was basically an unwritten rule all authors use in every book and story they pen. But against the whiteness of the night's snow, weren't black clothes like bright spots screaming 'I am here!'?

he growled and out of nowhere Lilith was in front of me with another book in her hands. It was another big book, its cover was not normal, you can tell it by single glance that it was not written in this era. The pages were golden yellow and the cover was made of skin. Books before sixteenth century were used to have animal skin as their covers. Damien took the book from her hand and started flipping pages. The smell of old book hits my nostrils and it only confirmed my suspicions. He stopped after flipping twenty or so pages and turned the book towards me. There was a sketch, a drawing of a necklace on the right side of the book.

A strange feeling settled in her stomach. For the first time since opening the package, genuine fear crept into her mind. Slowly, she reached for the note. Her hands trembled. She swallowed hard before turning it over. The moment her eyes landed on the words, her blood ran cold. **Congratulations. You got our attention, Dr. Holly.** **You dared ask for a DelValle head. You dared ask for DelValle blood.** **And you thought it would be that easy?** "She's just a useless rat!" Dr. Holly screamed at the note as if the person who wrote it were standing right in front of her.