Black Organization Conan Novels & Stories

The full moon party was in full swing, crackling energy rolling through the clearing like wildfire. Pack members danced, laughed, shifted mid-sprint, and reveled in each other under the glow of the moon. And to my surprise, Conan wasn't fighting me on anything. He followed close—quiet, observing, unreadable as ever. Part of me was proud. The other part? Frustrated beyond reason. He was being too stubborn, refusing to even flinch with curiosity no matter how many chances I gave him to ask.

It was not as simple as a bunch of kids who had a lot of time on their hands to kill, so they decided to make use of it to work against Regal Palace. Black Caesar smoked a large portion of the cigar in his hand in one go before he continued to ask, “Where is that group of people now?” “I don’t know! I really don’t know.” Cohen was scared out of his wits as he answered. Then, he handed Black Caesar the medallion Blonde Jack gave to him earlier. “Blonde Jack gave this to me. He said it represents their organization. This medallion is their medal of honor.” Black Caesar took that medallion. It was the same as the one Tyr Summers had. A mocking clown face in the front, and Jesus crucified at the

His hair was still as silver as ever, his face looked a little older but still as sharp and cunning as ever, his eyes had an empty grey look that seemed to see through flesh and bone. He wore a large cloak that was designed with wolf skin, his hands were resting on the arms of his chair, and he had a small smile on his lips as he saw Konan. Konan froze, as he tried to catch his breath, his legs trembling as he stared at the man he thought he had lost forever. “Grandfather?” he whispered, his voice breaking, his eyes slowly filled with tears. The years he had spent grieving, the years he had spent believing Conoron was dead, all crashed down on him, and he fell to his knees, his hands shaking

Then I went to the place where Echo, who was now staring at me, waiting for me to take him from the hands of the other two. "It's not because of it. But we will surely get back to you after this. We aren't done yet with our personal fights." The red haired guy replied to my question. "I can't still forget what your sister did to us." I think they are talking about how Vanessa broke their bones when they are in the woods. "You are part of Black Organization, so why are you doing this?" They smirked. "Who says we are part of this damn organization? No way we will be associated with weak humans." This time it was the guy with black hair who spoke.

"Then all of a sudden he asked me about who was behind the death of his father. He asked if it was either your father or mine and when I told him about what I knew, he declared war against my father. He also shot me in the leg as well," My eyes twitched! I couldn't believe my ears. "Be wary of Conan. He is putting on a show and to inform you, I don't know how Conan was able to hide this aura from emanating from him but Conan is an Alpha and from my investigations, he is a ruthless one at that!" "Stay wary of him, Liana."

Conan expression was blank as he looked down at the photos “ don’t look at me like that , I do like to play rough but I don’t play that rough “ crossing his arms , he looked away from the photos “ I founded these at Bella’s porch last night , since you were a little too busy to take care of the stalker matter , I decided to drop by as Sel-someone seemed to be edge after Bella ‘s last accident and this is what I found “ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing , I couldn’t even process what Conan just told me - I was with Bella last night yet someone , some sick bastard actually walked past her house , stood in front of her mail box and dumped this stack of photos , hoping that she might receiv