Black Onyx Empire Novels & Stories

"The real CEO is right here next to me." She looked at me proudly. "The real CEO is Maya." The room was silent. Bryan's eyes went wide. "What?! " One of the other board members spoke up. "That's impossible…" Tasha smiled. "Oh, it's very possible. She's the daughter of the late Mr. Daniels. The founder. Maya inherited the company three years ago." People gasped. Everyone was staring at me. Even the man—the other CEO—was staring at me now, but not in shame. With something like… respect.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

Elara watched the city breathe from the penthouse window. Night lights blinked like promises that never kept. The room smelled of lemon and old perfume. Glass and steel held everything together up here. It fit Adrian—clean, sharp, cold. He came in without knocking. He moved like a man used to being obeyed. He took off his coat and did not look at her. He poured himself a drink with hands that did not tremble. “Elara.” His voice had no heat. “We sign tonight.”

Justice had created the vacuum. Now they would learn who had been waiting for it. The calm held. Too perfectly. And somewhere inside that stillness, something old was choosing whether to reveal itself. The empire had not fallen. It had gone quiet. Which, Lillian knew, was often how the real collapse began.

"Hold on, Voss. You’re looking for a monopoly? That wasn't our arrangement." Landon turned fully now, his gaze meeting Kai’s. The air in the room suddenly felt thick with the smell of ozone and gunpowder—the scent of a looming explosion. "Reyes," Landon said, his voice elegant but carrying the weight of a guillotine blade. "You have your 'Black Snake' sub. I have my fleet. We each play our own games. That is how it has always been."

And each Alpha had an heir that was strong, and unmated training to take over as the next generation of leadership. He imagined his daughters bound to those heirs. Their bonds a leash Raul could pull. He imagined the packs falling, one by one, until his empire stretched beyond a size and strength that could be taken down by any outside force. But immortality was the true prize. And Raul had begun to seek it in whispers and shadows. Old texts. Forbidden rites. Secrets buried in blood. His wolf prowled, snarling in his mind. Find it. Take it. Live forever.

The medicine had stilled the shaking, replacing the agonizing itch with a cold numbness that made me feel like I was made of iron. The sound of engines vibrated through the soles of my boots as three black armored SUVs tore through the mist of the estate gates, skidding to a halt in a perfect, intimidating line. There was no pack crest on the doors, only a faint, embossed sigil on the lead hood of the weeping eye of the Fallen Empire. This was a mark of the True Bloods.

At daybreak the mansion no longer appeared sealed. The storm inside had begun to break free. Samuel sat at the breakfast table apex with a cup of coffee, untouched and cooling, resting beside him His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his temples throbbed visibly, His phone buzzed every minute each call intensifying the turmoil furrowing his brow. The Blackwood Empire. Once unbreakable. It was now being discussed perilously. --- Within the city business associates murmured in clubs.

It was grainy, shaky, but it didn’t matter. Axel was in it. Wild. Unhinged. Covered in blood. He was shouting, shooting. Men dropped around him like dominos—his own men. The last frame showed him on his knees, breathing like a beast, blood-soaked and dead-eyed. Beneath it came a message: "The game has only just begun, and the thrill of destruction courses through my veins. The mighty Blackwood empire will soon crumble, its legacy reduced to ashes. The world will bear witness to the unraveling of a dynasty, and I will be the mastermind behind the chaos.

The aroma made the blood in every vein boil and his soul wept with longing. "Alpha Julian..." The whispers of admiration exploded like ocean waves. From the top of the marble stairs, descended a figure of a man who seemed to have been sculpted by the hand of a war god. Julian Blackwood. At only twenty-three years old, he has become the CEO of The Blackwood Empire as well as a deadly Alpha whose cruelty is unmatched in both the business and supernatural worlds. His face was like a Greek god carved from ice, cold and emotionless, with gray eyes as sharp as the blade of a beheading axe.