Black Pentagon Prison Novels & Stories

The seven by twelve-foot cells not only had bars of pure silver but housed a layer of the toxic metal beneath the layers of brick and stone. There would be no shifting in Nightfall Penitentiary. Ever. More often than not, those who walked through these doors rarely ever left. According to the guard, this place held the worst of our kind. The wolves that committed crimes utterly unforgiveable, so abhorrent they could never be rehabilitated. I found it ironic the previous Alpha was being kept in their high-risk section.

He tried to keep count of the miles, but time slipped away in fragments. By the time they arrived, it was midnight. The van slowed, turning off the main road toward a high fence crowned with razor wire. Floodlights swept across the snow, illuminating a sign stenciled in black: 'U.S. Correctional Facility – Region Nine. High Risk Inmate Division.' Jake’s stomach twisted. He’d heard of this place, the kind of prison that swallowed men whole and never gave them back. The driver rolled down the window at the gate. “Prisoner number 859734,” he said to the guard in the tower.

He knew perfectly well who had been the lead surgeon that night. Before I could speak, Tawnie and every colleague in the department vouched their support for the hospital’s decision. Some even said that an unscrupulous doctor like me deserved to be sent straight to prison. Matthew, wearing the smug air of a victor, spoke to drive me away. “This isn’t your office anymore. What are you still doing here?” Not only did Tawnie not stop him, but she also ripped off my name tag, stomping it on the ground.

Not my bought mercenaries—they’d vanished the moment the protesters had revealed their true identities—but official Council enforcers wearing the silver badges of their office. “Mason,” the lead guard said formally, “you are under arrest. You will be transported to Black Rock Dungeon to await trial.” Black Rock Dungeon. The most secure prison in our territories, carved into solid granite deep underground. No wolf had ever escaped from its cells. “This is illegal!” I shouted, backing away from the approaching guards. “I demand a proper hearing! Due process!” “You’ll get your hearing,” Raymond replied coldly. “After you’ve been properly contained.” The guards moved closer. Their silver shackle

He laughs as if I made a joke then says, "Prisons are not kept in palaces anymore, your majesty. The capital prison is on the other side of the city." I inwardly sigh at the information, disappointment soaking my mood. But then Malcolm says, "We do have interrogation quarters in the public wing." "Interrogation quarters?" "Well we can call them temporary prisons, I guess." "And," I start with a small encouraging smile, "Are people kept in it or is it just for show?" "An awful amount are actually. One was just recently brought in. But no one lasts more than a month." Haze. "And where are these? In the basement? Or is there a hidden tower somewhere?"

“You don’t have to. You can say no.” “But maybe I should. Maybe someone needs to hear that getting out isn’t the end. That life after can be good.” “Then go. I’ll come with you.” “You don’t have to.” “I want to. We do this together. Remember?” They drove upstate. To the prison. To the place where Penking had spent four years. It looked smaller than he remembered. Sadder. Greyer. They were led to a room. Thirty inmates. All listening. All hoping.

“It takes a strong person to love with all their heart, seeking nothing in return and a stronger person still to forgive. I forgive you. I did a long time ago.” Shea could say nothing else as Martha walked away. *** Penthart Supermax. Home to some of the most hardened criminals in the country. A vast expanse of open space surrounded the prison’s exterior. To get inside the central area, you needed to go over two distinct rings of fences. Electrified, they encircled the prison compound. At thirty feet tall, serrated barbed wires topped them right around. In between the circles, and inside the compound, were guard towers.

even a fellow officer could have been the one who set him up. My mother was close to delivery at this point and my Dad had been transferred to world's end in Black gate, a place where major criminals where kept. This part of Black gate earned the name because people hardly made it to the end of their term here especially when they were cops who are going to be meeting the criminals that they had prosecuted over the years. At world's end, the convicted criminal, is not allowed to receive visitors anymore, unless special ops operatives, officers or agents needs to interrogate them concerning any investigation.

"Are you sure you don't have any more information you'd like to share, Mr. Brown? This is your last chance. Otherwise, you'll have to face the consequences of what you did. You could stay in prison for the rest of your life." "So life imprisonment is the worst the Diamond Pack do to its criminals." Jack whispered by her side. "Mr. Brown, do you know where Arden and his allies are?" the judge asked, as a last attempt to get something useful out of him. "I wouldn't say even if I did. The man is a beast. You wouldn't go after him, even if your life depended on it." The troublemakers started to scream and push people forward, so they could get closer to the stage.

Larry pushed the door open and walked in, taking a look at Piper. She seemed more mature than before, she had a charming smile on her lips. "Larry, have a sit." Piper pointed to the seat across from her. "What's the matter with calling me here so urgently?" Larry asked as he sat down. "Do you know of a girl named Diane inside our prison?" Piper asked, leaning back in her chair. "Yes, why?" Larry pretended to be confused and said, "She was picked up by our third squadron a few days ago and is now living in a single-room cell in the prison."