Black Organization Conan Novels & Stories

A young man got in a bowed before making his statement. "I'm pleased to inform you that yesterday's operation went well. Two men of Stone were murdered and the bag is in our possession." "That's great news. What about the Black moon?" He asked with interest. "He was nowhere to be found and that was to our advantage," he said the last part lowly. "I see, seems Black moon's becoming busy lately. What can he do? He's human too." Matteo added very excitedly. The man dropped a glass of wine before him and scurried out of the room, happy for being alive.

arm right in front of me and moved his body forward like he was trying to shield me from something. My heart was already beating fast, but my body gave out uncontrollable shivers when I saw Conner pull out his Colt M45 pistol. Oh no, this is not good. This is definitely something serious for Conner to pull out his gun. Conner then, looked at me in the eye and said, “Nothing bad is going to happen. I’ll deal with this. I need you stay inside the car, okay? Trust me on this. I told you I got your back.” He winked at me before getting out of the car. I know he was just trying to comfort me, but the moment he went out of the car the more I became weary. Does Conner have any enemies? What could

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?

In the center of the circle burned a brazier filled with black flame. “Cultists,” Zevran muttered. Kaelira nodded slowly. “The Order of the Eclipse. I thought they were gone.” “Apparently they didn’t get the message.” Before they could move, one of the figures turned toward them. Beneath the hood, the eyes glowed red—Moonlight twisted wrong. “Children of the Black Moon,” the voice hissed. “You sealed what was ours.” Zevran drew his blade. “Not sealed enough, apparently.”

"The Black Sun?" Evan asked, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Yeah. It's an overseas organization that combines martial artists, arcane practitioners, and genetic modification. They've got all kinds of unusual talents… They were likely the ones who placed the Death Writ on me." Ivana explained just how terrifying the Black Sun was. "I see…" Evan fell into thought, then suddenly smiled. "So I've already crossed paths with them before?" His words immediately drew everyone's attention. The Cortex Team quickly recalled the last incident—when Evan had saved Ivana.

Conan arched his back in pleasure. "T-That's what you want? T-Then I'll give what you're looking for." Conan without a warning, enter the hole of Silvia. Silvia squirm a little bit, but she was more delighted when the tip of Conan's cock hits the bottom of her womb. Silvia moaned loudly.

PENNY POV Christopher Black, maybe the name sounds familiar. The black-haired man's eyes shine in recognition and something more, as if recognized the surname of the wolves. It's no secret that he's involved with the organized crime; the men behind us and the demeanor of the brothers can confirm it, but he doesn't mention it. Yes, he has had some work done with my brother. Well, the three of us wanted to make something new, and my girl also wanted to get a tattoo.

They continued talking in hushed tones while I pieced two and two together. And it couldn’t fucking be. I refused to believe He did that. He gave me his word. He couldn’t go back against it, right? He couldn’t steal from me and isolate me from the rest of the world until I had no blood-related family left. He wasn’t that cruel. Was he? “What did you say?” My voice was hoarse as I spoke, earning the attention of men who looked like they had seen a ghost. Conan went paper white, the big man tensing in his fine black suit. The scar on his face made him scarier, deadlier.

He went feral so suddenly. Conan’s smile stretched even bigger. His knowing eyes looked at Gunner. They seemed to exchange their gazes as Shadow became even more ticked. “Press him further,” Conan whispered at Gunner. And Shadow heard it loud and clear. Those two men were working together to push the man into the corner. Where did this evil spawn come from?

Lucas blinked, startled, glancing back at her retreating figure before turning to Cove. “Hmm I wonder what that was about?” he asked, frowning. Cove said nothing. Lucas sighed, shaking his head before stepping forward. “We’ve made progress on tracking Conan.” He handed Cove a report. “It’s not much, but it’s a start. One of our scouts spotted movement near the Black Hollow Ridge, matches the pattern of Conan’s group. They’re keeping a low profile, but we’re closing in.” Cove took the report, his fingers tightening around the edges as he turned toward the window again.