Black Numbers Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

Back then, there was no pain, no heartbreak, no grief… just pure, simple happiness. Suddenly, I realized I could no longer feel the rain hitting my body, even though it was still pouring down. I looked up and saw a black umbrella shielding me from the downpour. I turned around to see who was holding it. Standing there was a man dressed entirely in black. I stared into his eyes—deep, coal-black eyes that looked dull and lifeless. He stared back at me just as intensely. There was something mesmerizing about them, like a black diamond that held a strange kind of beauty despite its dullness.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

God dammit! Severing major arteries is messy business, and I’m usually able to keep myself out of the line of fire, but not today it seems. My black hair is matted with blood, my maroon bra looks black from the blood soaking into it, and my matching maroon satin and lace panties are soaked and not in the good way. The gorgeous tattoos that cover the ivory skin of my arms and legs are now veiled in blood. I look horrific. But sometimes this comes with the job.

A place thick with the scent of old ink and secrets. And there it was. Faint, but unmistakable. Jasmine’s scent. My lips curled. What business did a human girl have here? I traced my fingers along the rows until they brushed the edge of a leather-bound volume. Moonblood Records – Year 1897. The corner was worn, stitching loose, as if the book itself had been waiting for me. I slid it free, the wood groaning beneath its weight when I dropped it onto a table. Flipping through, I scanned the cramped ink — births, deaths, alliances sealed with blood. Until I got to the entry of a name.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

I promise. ~~~ "What's the progress?" "The cargo has been conveyed to Southern borders, sir. Tomorrow, the rest of it will follow. The Bull's Elite are holding a conference meeting at the Margan site. They request your presence this time, Lord" The eyes if Dillion shifted to his subordinate that was cladded in all black. Black shoes, black suit, black belt, black tie and black shirt underneath the suit and his eyes being expressionless, he turned his attention back to the fanciful dagger in his hand and played with the edges. "Keep the Lord subject for now. I don't want the black Cobras finding out my identity."

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

"Well, what did you buy?" "Tampons, lipstick, and… undergarments set," I whisper in the end, moving ahead. There are not many people before me. Just three more, as I check. "You're obsessed! Which color, by the way?" She is curious because we have the same obsession. "Black," I say and she giggles.