Black Phineas Novels & Stories

Speaking of which, the mage could only stare and I wonder if I should be the one to initiate the conversation. Despite the fact that I lacked clothes for a small chit-chat with an acquaintance of my husband’s. “Y-You’re Phineas, is that right?” Phineas was a powerful mage of the Skollist pack and he had been a great help during the war as both performing strong damage spells and healing abilities. When he wasn’t at war, he often stayed at his tower without leaving even once. Only the Alpha leader is capable of entering to his lair. “Yes,” he said, casually as he sat on the chair next to the bed. “And you must be the Hatiist nun who performed a reverse spell a month ago.”

“In that case, let’s explore the place. If you feel anything special, remember to tell me.” Philip released the puff of blue mist that had taken on a human form. He had a very cute name—Puffy. Seeing the puff of blue mist, Philip suddenly felt that this name was quite suitable for him.

He turned his face away as he spoke. “James Blackwheel did not die,” he began. “He was murdered but he didn't die. He is still alive. Currently, he is in Africa with his daughter.”

Instead, he merely said, "Get some rest. If you need anything, just use the phone beside your bed to call for assistance." After speaking, Phineas mindfully left. He stood outside, pacing back and forth with his phone in hand. Phineas was torn, unsure whether to call Lewis and disclose the truth. He understood that revealing the truth might lead to trouble for himself, but if he kept silent and Lewis discovered the truth independently, the consequences could be even worse.

Black. How are you today? Obviously you're fine, I'm very sure of that. Because you're living your best life, sitting on top of money, with your little, slut worker as your girlfriend. I'm very sure you've got my present. Don't be scared, because you're a father now, well going to be a father soon.

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

Grace turns around to face him, He has a smug look on his face while his calloused fingers tap the car door lightly. "Thanks Again, Mr Black". Grace's says for the Fifteenth time, she doesn't speak further after that not trusting her own words anymore. Mr Black doesn't say anything either, He just calls out for Vincent who was standing outside the car to start the car, While he entered the car and closed it behind him. Grace stands on the sidewalk watching his car retreating slowly, before totally exiting her view. She sighs as she turns on her feet heading towards the white gates of the cemetery.

Black The Origin Chapter 10: Reunion On the 56th Day of the Year, In the Berhalkswan palace. A ball was being held where hundreds of guests were invited to the Palace. Noises of the traditional music can be heard, but to Alkhun the only presence in front of him was Pamela. His younger sister that he had never seen for the past 2 years was standing in front of him. Taller than usual, her long pink hair was down and longer. Wearing a cold expression, the person at the front of him seems different.

A cigar hung from his mouth. It was Phineas "Fang" Pugh, the leader of the Red Fang. None of the bystanders had seen Phineas before, yet the air around him immediately hinted at the man being the center of the gang. "Uncle!" Jessica called out as Phineas approached her, shocking the crowd. No wonder the girl was nigh-untouchable in the entire university! She was the niece of the boss of the Red Fang—no wonder the dean was wary of offending her.

Philip isn't a vampire, and he's a very good human who possesses a kind heart. When I had first met him…...he was very kind and friendly to me. He was even more friendly when he found out that I can't talk. Yeah!. At first, Philip thought that I do talk…. But the truth is….. I can't talk. When Mister Black had told him that the reason why I can't reply to his conversation freely was because I lost my voice….. young Philip didn't even get despised by it….. and instead, he offered to be my voice.