Black Resurgence Novels & Stories

White bridge was the hub of supernatural activities for centuries before the humans decided to rebel against the monarchy of the people who had the powers to shapeshift and control them. The downfall had been great when the wolves shook hands with the witches and gave them land to form covens so they could live happily. The two species fought together and claimed dominance on the humans but when the monarchy broke and the kingdom was divided into packs the lycans took over the capital becoming the heads of the government.

Said Black Jesus, “You don’t have the manpower to go against any of those two gangs, especially since you don’t have a group you belong too.” “What Black Jesus is trying to say is that your plan is brilliant but risky, Mastermind! You are out in parole, remember?” he sighed, “How about you focus on your recovery and your son and your academics? You can still write your year exams if you want too. You can still pave a better future for yourself, Mastermind.” “And that’s what I`m exactly going to do. That’s why you are all here.” I said, “I have a task for each of you in this mission of redemption.”

he said, my lips curved downwards and I nodded slowly, “It’s a very wrong timing, BM corporation is on board and they would be channeling all their resources to them,” I said to him, he exhaled deeply and slowly pushed his chair backwards getting up, he walked towards me and sat by the edge of the table right in front of me and I slowly leaned back into my seat to create space between us.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

I no longer have the identity crisis of who is Dove and Deirdre … I’m now Deirdre. …And I’m coming back as Deirdre…

Unable to touch me directly, the authorities targeted my family instead. My parents and Mason's parents all survived several assassination attempts that year—each one aimed to take their lives. It wasn't just us; almost every revolutionary's family faced the same terror. Mason and I both knew it was the government's way of warning us. If they couldn't kill us, they would kill those we loved. Eventually, the organization sent our families to the rear lines for protection. It was there that I gave birth to our first child, Victor. Both Mason and I were proud of the name. Victor—his very name was a promise that Elaron would rise again.

Mom exchanges a look with Dad. "The reporters are saying it's the Dark Duo", Mark says, matter-of-factly. Something clicks in my mind. The Dark Duo. I knew it. I was sure I knew those guys. A couple of weeks ago, two guys dressed in black from head to toe robbed a retired teacher in our town, Blue Channels. Then, they went on to do stuff like robbing stores, hijacking trucks moving goods, and all other sorts of crimes. Someone in the media dubbed them the Dark Duo because obviously they always dress completely in black and there are just two of them.

It passed through several wrong hands but in the end, I got my company back! I walked on stage where Marcel still stood frozen with shock. “Thank you,” I said into the mic as I beamed. By my side, Marco stood protectively, almost between me and Marcel. Just in case the monster decided to try anything. But I wasn’t scared. I was beside Marcel and I didn’t feel the familiar smell of petrol or the burning on my flesh. I didn’t feel the quickening of my heart and the hot fear in my stomach. I was stronger than that.

FACTS ABOUT BLU Tristan wakes up with an uncomfortable feeling. His head throbs slightly and his back is killing him! He didn't sleep all night. He's pretty sure no one in the room slept at all. He remembers glancing at the bedside clock and the 3:43 am flashing brightly. His eyes drifts to Blurin who runs a small comb across his hair. The bulking man wore a navy blue long-sleeved shirt with loose joggers. Tristan bites his lip. He glances at his soaked shirt and puffs out a sigh.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."