Black Oc Novels & Stories

Chapter Thirteen: More to it than she'll ever know It was not odd to find Damien Blackwood here on a Friday night, in this office, sitting on the swivel, fine, white leather chair and enjoying premium, well- aged whisky. Old Boy was his favourite. It had a vicious, yet gratifying kick to it and it left an unforgettable flavour on the throat that only lingered for half a second and tempted another drink. Like every other man, he desired only the finest, most exquisite entertainment which is discreetly and expertly organised, that's why he preferred Cubia Morne. Cubia Morne was a nightclub for the elites, the most expensive there is in the world; it was only affordable to the richest of the ri

) I ordered all the warriors in the link. I waited impatiently until he appeared. I gasped as I saw him. He was a huge man with black hair just like my daughters. His eyes were blue as well but what alarmed me was the fact that he looked very much like Alpha David. If this was who Samantha was seeing, it's no wonder she thought the Alpha was back from the dead.

she said as she cried and hid herself in a dark corner but she knew that that was just useless. “Don’t be nervous my dear. We who have the Erebus blood in our veins have a secret. “Which secret?” Leila asked with confusion and curiosity in her eyes. “Have you ever noticed that your blood is black?” Oizys said shocking Leila as she had never cared so much about what color her blood was but she clearly remembered that when Elana was stabbed, her blood wasn’t as red as other people’s blood as it was rather darker than usual but still had some purplish in it.

Colt's POV I stood on the sidelines watching Finley take test shots. She looked so damn good in her uniform. They were black and grey with a little bit of yellow while mine was black and yellow with a little bit of grey on them. They were opposite of each other. I continued to stand there like a creeper and watch as they started to direct her. They were getting started and she didn't even realize it. She was a natural and so damn beautiful. Someone tossed her a ball, and she started doing tricks with it. The photographer was eating it up.

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?

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

“I’m Becca Oberto. It’s nice to meet you.” Brawn turned his attention her way again and she stared up into the darkest blue eyes she’d ever seen. They reminded her of a night sky, so dark, but with just a hint enough of blue to be striking. His eyelashes were extraordinarily long and black, matching his hair. The feline shape of his eyes was remarkable and beautiful. His irises weren’t round like a human’s. They were oval, similar to a cat’s and they were breathtaking. She was so caught up in studying his features that she didn’t notice anything was wrong until he smiled and amusement sparked in his gaze before he glanced down.

“I see you have been living a good life huh?” “It’s seriously none of your business.” I fasten my pace towards Rosie who is now, might being bothered by an old man. He wears an all black outfit along with a black cap. The street is quite dark, but I can still see the creepy smile from the old man. “Rosie!” Rosie turned around while the old man tilted his head to the side, both looking at my direction. As soon as I reached her, I slightly pull Rosie away from this creepy man.

“Impressive. You cleaned them well. But there’s still a red speck you didn’t quite get here on the band of your watch.” A smartwatch that looked exactly like the one Black Crimson had been wearing that night. As I attempted to scrape it away with my fingernail, he pulled his hand from mine. Eyebrows lifting, he sent me a cautious smile and titled his head. “What’re you getting at there, Mayhem?” “B.C. stands for Broderick Carmichael, doesn’t it?” I came right out and asked. “Not Black Crimson.”

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”