Black Numbers Novels & Stories

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

🔞 ♠️ #BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 ♠️ Chapter 1 ♠️ #OMNISCIENT_POV HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! Cheerful sounds of laughter echoed inside the Xstacy club which is known to be one of the most exclusive and the most ᙭- rated clubs in Abuja.

I say amused into the microphone so that the team can prepare. A convoy of 4 armored black vans is coming towards us, they stop a few meters away and a black man of approximately 1.90 with the face of a thug gets out of one of them, he smiled and I approached him. “Do you know that being late for a delivery is considered disrespectful?...” The man looks me up and down and answers “And who cares, whitey?...” he says with that strong street accent, shitty gangsters. “I think your boss ...” I say with a mocking smile

“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.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

Then came reality four, reality five, six, seven, nineteen, two hundred, four hundred and sixty seven, nine hundred and two, Reality number #!@!%# And then it was black again Hound ripped the mask of his face, almost drawing in his own foam. Argent hurried towards him in worry. Hound throwing up, dizzy, his pupils vibrating, bis body still shaking, his hands unable to shop shivering, tears filling his eyes. He cupped his face trying to regain composure

Maybe I should blame the man, huh? A little farther away I saw a black car at the entrance of the resort. The contemporary luxury car was very flashy. Especially the one leaning to the side then. Greco was sporting a black suit, black dress shirt and a black tie. He was very corporate, like a dark lord. It is impossible to ask why so many are staring at him nearby. He can easily attract attention on even just by standing there. My irritation has subsided lately. I regained my good disposition. Meanwhile, Greco looked at me with unreadable face. It's always like that so I just adjusted. I smiled at him. He only tilted his head a bit, looking at what I was wearing.