Black Novel Novels & Stories

Dannie picked up another joint from her room and went to the library. Among the ancient books was one of the largest collections of werewolf history in the world. If there was anything on Balric or the black book it was there. She gathered a variety of titles that looked promising and lit the joint. Taking a hit, Dannie opened the first book. Inside was mostly what she already knew.

Zach was faintly suspicious now. “Are you a superfan of Damien Black? How come you seem to have a whole library of his books in your bag?” Darien leaned in very close to him and whispered softly in his ear. “I am Damien Black.” He drew back and Zach took a moment to process that revelation. The bestselling gay erotica romance novelist under Harper Publishing was secretly the CEO. No wonder only half the books had happy endings. Darien probably didn’t like having fictional characters being in successful relationships when he couldn’t be in one himself.

They knew that they were in for a wild ride, but they were ready for whatever secrets The Shadow had in store for them. As they waited for The Shadow to return, Celess and Steve exchanged worried glances. They both knew that they were walking a dangerous path, but they also knew that they had to uncover the truth if they were going to stay alive. Finally, The Shadow emerged from the shadows, holding a small black book in his hand. "I have some information that might interest you," he said, tossing the book to Celess. She caught it, studying the cover with a sense of trepidation. It was a journal - but whose?

Alessia stood slowly, heart thudding. Somewhere… someone had betrayed them again. And the Black Book is now in the wrong hands ... ***** On the outskirt of virenkai city, Enzo removed the black book from his bag, his fingers trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of power now resting in his hands. The cover pulsed faintly, like it had a heartbeat of its own, ancient and alive. He dialed the number. Seraphina's voice came sharp, controlled. "Do you have it?"

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.”

It was almost impossible to know where one plot ended and where the other began when everything was jumbled up in my head. “Are you Xander Stone?” I asked the male lead before me and his expression fell. “I am Xander Black. Why are you asking me silly questions?” Black? Black? Seriously!? The Blacks were the Smiths of the web novel world! “How old are you again?” “It – Twenty-one?” His expression closed off and it was no secret that he was angry. Good, he wasn’t the guy who was cursed with immortality or something of that sort. Wait, I could not be so sure.

thank you for reading. So...BB2 and BB3 are already out: SHATTERED HEART and TRAGEDY OF THE AFRICAN CINDERELLA respectively. Pls go check it out while I prepare THE CHISELER.

I flip open the first page, quickly scanning through the wordings on the cover. I freeze, my eyes quickly scanning through. "Blackstone. Sending this to you so you can always have the names of all your enemies right beside you. The Familia belongs to you now. Long live Luca Blackstone. Long live our Capo dei Capi. Your best buddy, Ricardo." The book slithers out of my hand and lands on the table with a harsh thud. No! No, it can't be. I know that name, Blackstone. I hate that name.

“Favor Robert E. Howard an Dashall Hammit myself.” From his bag Gavin pulled a black and white hardcover book, a picture of an adolescent’s shadowed profile on the cover. “Hank, this was one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten, and you’re a pretty stand-up guy yourself . . . ” he held out the novel to the short-order cook, “I’d like you to have this. It’s my last copy, and though it’s not Howard or Hammit, I think you’ll find enough action in here to suit you.” Hank accepted the book with an air of rustic grace. “That’s good of ya. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.” He laid the book on the counter. “Mind signin it?”

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she