Black Quill Novels & Stories

Betty smirked at her. They have reached the end of the hallway and it lead them to a more gorgeous part of the house. A freaking Lanai. Covered with monsteras and there was an infinity pool that looked so cool. Max. All of a sudden had the urge to swim. It was getting pretty warm in Alabama these days. There sat, Quentin Black. In his velvet black robe and a white shirt inside. Still in his blue pajama and leather slippers.He was peacefully sipping a steaming hot cup of coffee. In front of him, lay a newspaper and a cellphone.

When Justin averted his eyes to the queen's room , he saw the whole floor filled with the black blood that came out of the queen . " Was......was that....... ? " said Justin who found it hard to believe it . " In the science of medicine , that black thing goes by the name of ' black blood ' . It's blood-filled with illness and poisons . " said doctor Gilbert . " Then.......Kiara...... " said Justin worried .

Right there on the first page was a highly detailed architectural blueprint—a map showing exactly how Adrian and his father planned to build a massive, underground tunnel leading from the Blackwood pack territory all the way across the border into the Thorne Pack. What the heck would he do that for? I leaned closer, reading the fine print further down the page, and the ugly truth hit me like a physical blow. The document outlined a secret, illegal excavation plan. Adrian wasn't just trying to conquer us through politics; he was planning on stealing the Black Quartz mine right from under our feet through that underground tunnel. The Black Quartz was our pack’s most valuable resource, a rare m

Then Black Dragon spoke. “Hello. I’m Black Dragon of Dark Knight, 18. But just call me JD outside.” He said with a smirk. I gulped. He’s not even offering his hand for us to shake. He’s not even sharing anything more about himself. Just like that. His aura radiates confidence and no fear. But I can also sense a feeling of excitement and loneliness at the same time. I shook my head. It’s confusing. I sighed. Sean-hyung looked at me. “Something wrong, Hawkeye?” he asked.

They carried no weapons, but their long, multi-jointed iron arms ended in heavy rollers coated in a thick, corrosive white solvent designed to wash the ink permanently from a sovereign’s soul. ​"The sheet is blank, Princess," the lead Canceller printed into the vacuum, the heavy silver text physicalizing into solid bars that crashed onto her platform, fracturing the zinc beneath her feet. "The Aurelian name is an obsolete font. The Blackwood contract is a dead lease. Erase the margin." ​"I'll write the margin in your blood first," Elara growled. ​Before the monoliths could close the distance, she forced her consciousness downward, bypassing the void to reconnect with the broken layout of the

Then one afternoon, he broke the quiet. “Are you not curious to know what’s in the book?” he asked, his voice smooth. I didn’t even look at him. “It’s empty,” I muttered, reaching for the book anyway. I flipped it open and held it up for him to see. “See? Nothing.” His eyes glinted faintly. “Is it, though?” I frowned. Without thinking too much, I picked up the quill tucked into the book’s golden ring. It had no ink, but the strange pull of it made my fingers itch. Just to entertain the thought, I scribbled on the page:

I said through gritted teeth. "Ohh of course." He smiled. Alpha Blackwood took out a pocket clinic from his pocket, made a small cut on his palm, then gave the knife to me. Without much hesitation, I took the knife from him and also made a tiny cut in my palm. "This is a pact between us, an oath.. that I Alpha Blackwood would return your wolf-bone to you and in exchange, that you, Racheal Quill, would become my slave forever. Till the day you breathe your last breath." He stretched out his hand for me to shake, and I stared at it in fear.. he said 'forever,' that means I am bound to him. If I ever break the oath.. I will die.

He picked up the heavy silver quill and signed his jagged signature at the bottom. He handed the quill to me. I stepped up, the silver ring on my finger catching the firelight. I brought the quill to the parchment, ready to sign the document that would dismantle the Blackwood Ridge pack's dominance. As the metal tip touched the paper, the flames in the hearth turned a violent, sickly green. A high-pitched frequency shattered the room. It struck directly at the mind.

The Special Patrol officers bowed in unison. "So, you're after my Shadows Sect's esteemed elder?" Howard's voice was collected as he eyed Quiller. "Master Howard, I'm under orders to apprehend the fugitive known as Black Blade. I ask for your understanding," Quiller said, extending an official document toward Howard. With a mere flick of his wrist, Howard sent a gust of wind that shredded the document to bits, scattering them on the ground. "Master Howard, what is the meaning of this?" Quiller's frown betrayed his concern.

"How did you do this? What exactly is that reaction?" I simply smirked, tilting my head back to meet his intense, golden gaze. "It is a basic botanical reduction reaction, Alpha Blackwood. The sap of this specific leaf remains entirely neutral against cured, historic ink that has sat and dried for days. However, it violently reacts with active, unevaporated moisture. The fact that this text just turned a vivid purple proves a definitive, irrefutable chemical truth... this specific ink was brewed, handled, and written within the last twenty-four hours."