Black Phineas Novels & Stories

“We’re in the same department? Here? At Blackthorn?” A small laugh escaped me. “I didn’t expect this at all.” And just like that, relief settled in. Like I had found a piece of home in a place I didn’t belong. We stood there for a moment, smiling like nothing had changed, like we were still those kids who used to talk about everything and nothing. Safe. Elias made me feel safe. Then someone walked past. “Elias Thorne, can you help me with this problem?” I froze. Thorne. He didn’t hesitate. “Sure, give me a second.” My stomach dropped. I stared at him. “Wait… Damon Thorne is your brother?”

In addition to her body being in pain, now her head was in pain too. Pine had indeed recalled the lost memories. But not everything recovered, and Edison's presence brought back all her memories. The blurry face that had always been in her mind was now clear. That unknown vampire was Fos. The vampire who introduced his name as Edison was Fos! He is the vampire that Pine describes as the older brother who lives with her in the human world. “Fos… Why are you here? If you're here, then that means he's here too!?” Pine thought that a big disaster was about to come.

Raf took a deep breath and held her by the shoulders. “I wanted to tell you this earlier, but I couldn’t. Later, I honestly forgot about it,” Raf said, and Saraya looked at him questioningly. “Zehaan’s name is not Zehaan Rafael Blackthorn. His actual name is Zehaan Phoenix Blackthorn. He is the son of your deceased brother-in-law, Ekansh Phoenix Blackthorn. That’s the only reason Zee looks like me—because Phoenix was my exact Xerox,” Raf’s confession left Saraya stunned.

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

Because I wasn’t the girl I used to be either. I was Elena Blackthorne. Ashfang heir. Cursed-blooded. And whether fate liked it or not, I was done waiting to be broken.

he said with a small smile on his face that immediately faded once he saw my facial expression. "No I meant, I wanted to offer you a job, now that I heard you've been fired it's just right timing" he blurted out quickly and nervously , playing with the end of his blazer, boring holed into the side walk. His hand went into his blazer and he pulled out a white card, handing it over to me and I hesitantly took it. My eyes fell on the words "BLACK EMPIRE" written boldly in gold cursive.

Momo muttered, blood oozing from his mouth. I gazed at Billy and Kate, who slowly crawled out of the layers of blocks. Their eyes were all white, pleading for a way out of their calamity. “Everyone get behind me.” Pastor Timothy commanded. They scrambled, hoping to get themselves next to the high and mighty Pope Timothy. Kate got herself out of the block, her bones making crackling sounds as she lay on the floor. They stepped back, wondering how a child had managed to crawl all the way out despite the layers of concrete weighing them down.

“And Carter’s.” My throat tightened. “Explain.” Phineas touched the stone with the tip of his finger, and red light bled across its surface, swirling into shifting images—firestorms, shadows with eyes, two figures battling beneath a sky split open by light and darkness. One figure radiated blinding gold. The other bled red and black like a living wound. My pulse stuttered. “That’s—” “—you,” Phineas finished quietly. “And the boy you are trying to save.”

Following the downfall of my father-in-law's prominent business and my wife's kidnapping, the Black Panthers maintained a low profile. A confidential investigation revealed Mr. Stone's abstention from further actions, emphasizing their exclusive objective of eradicating the AD corporation from the corporate landscape. To steer clear of direct rivalry with his enterprise, I channeled my newly established venture into pioneering technological advancements, ensuring their covert development beyond the scope of Mr. Stone's scrutiny. During the initial weeks of rekindling my friendship with Tiffany, Mr. Stone grew suspicious to the extent that he had me surveilled by Black Panthers personnel. Unb