Black Pentagon Prison Novels & Stories

Third person pov: The Council’s high-security prison was a cold, underground fortress made of white stone and reinforced steel. There were no windows, no clocks, and no sounds except for the hum of the air vents. In the center of the most secure cell sat Silas. He wasn't wearing his expensive silk suits anymore. He was in a plain gray jumpsuit, his hands and feet shackled to the floor. But even in chains, he didn't look like a prisoner. He sat with his back straight, a calm, bored expression on his face.

Elliott finally asked for all of them. Before Aaron could answer, his phone dinged, and he read the reply from Watson. “Eastern State Penitentiary.” Christian nodded. “Yes, that has to be where Ms. Riggins disappeared.” “What does that have to do with ice cream?” Meagan asked, clearly confused. “Nothing. Not that Klondike,” Christian explained. “Klondike was another name for the cell where inmates served time in isolation. It was also known as The Hole.” “So you think Gibbon is hiding in a prison? Wouldn’t that be the last place he’d want to go?” Aurora asked.

I ask the guard as we walk to A block. “Oh, yeah… the A and B blocks are for the riches or executives people who paid for every single night stays and the C and D is a federal state” He explains. “W-what? I thought this prison was a private prison” I respond. “Yes, it is… but the private one is only for A block and B” He explains. “Is that how the government works? Work for people who had money and power?” I raise my brow. “I mean, these people deserve to be treated as the same” I say.

Within the vast, dimly lit expanse of the repurposed factory, now transformed into a makeshift prison, an air of palpable tension hung heavily. The two-story building was segmented into numerous private cells, each imprisoning individuals from four towns – a mix of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas ensnared during the operation. These cramped quarters, typically housing two or three captives, bore the weight of their fear and uncertainty. In one such cell, a family of four huddled together, their faces ghostly pale.

"What is this place?" Edith was standing in front of a tall black gate. Behind the black gate, Edith could see a building with an inverted pyramid-shaped design. Edith felt a dark aura emanating from the building. "This is Black Bold, a prison for prisoners in the supernatural realm. My father was sent here to be the warden of this prison. Matthieu managed to get rid of one of his rivals, which was my father. This place is just like hell," Seth started the conversation.

“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.

Alpha Bradley had a permanent seat between Hitler and Stalin. We weren’t taking any risks. I had Bella and her daughter stay with Seraphina because I knew that she’d be safe while we got the bastard secured in his own cell at the black site. I was certain that it was far more secured than nearly anywhere else. They spared no expense in creating and maintaining it. Nobody would find him, and he certainly wouldn’t be getting out. Enzo had already added me to the access list, so my biometrics would allow me into the building. It was a massive secured underground bunker that put anything that the hunters had in their possession looking like child’s play.

Finley says without preamble, her Alpha authority cutting through the tension like a blade. Harper spreads out the facility blueprints she managed to acquire through the tracker network, pointing to key areas as she explains what we've discovered. "Research facility, government-contracted, designed for long-term containment of multiple subjects. Security is sophisticated—motion sensors, thermal imaging, and armed personnel." "How many captives?" Finley asks. "At least seventeen based on the intelligence we've gathered. Possibly more." I watch my sister process the implications. This isn't just about rescuing Brynlee anymore—we're looking at liberating what amounts to a private prison full of

James could not figure out what technology Blue Tech Corporation had developed or why so many people were interested in it from the document alone. He could pretty much guess that it might be connected to phone chips, but he did not understand or, to put it another way, knew nothing about this element of phones. “I should consult with someone who is knowledgeable about this,” James muttered softly. Other people might not have known about it, but Halvor certainly did. If he really had known nothing about it, he would not have made a move on Blue Tech Corporation. James exited the headquarters and made his way to the prison in the military region. It was designated for the imprisonment of dang