Black Riddles Novels & Stories

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

I had to get out of there, but not before I peeked inside the secret room. I took the pen that he let fall and drew the songbird code on my wrist. I then made out in search of my way towards it. Once I got to it, I knocked. Just as I suspected, they inquired for the code. I exposed my fake tattoo then suddenly, the door jolted open. It revealed a long, stretched, bare, dark corridor illuminated by red and pink neon lights. Was it some sort of club? The girl who had opened the door, stepped out from behind it and pushed it, closed. She had red hair which most of it was tucked under her black beanie. She had on a black mask covering the lower part of her face, her eyes the only ones visible.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

I cock up a brow though I know he can't see me. "You say the weirdest shit, Enzo," Silas dramatically gags on the other line. "I'm calling to see if you still intend to make it tonight." Of course, the Northern Sin. I look down at my watch and see it's already past 7 pm. The Northern Sin is the only club The Black Rose officially owns. It's licensed and shit. Only, behind the scenes, the majority of our business takes place there. Especially the drugs. We have filthy rich regular customers, competitors, and enemies fill the tables and dance floors every night.

"And it might contain the secret to beating him if the legends are real." Kael's forehead wrinkled. "You're believing in a myth?" "Do you think of something better?" Zara retaliated. Kael sighed and shut his mouth after opening it to argue. "All right. However, you are responsible if this goes wrong. The Trip to the Black Hollow A lost relic of the ancient world, the Black Hollow was a place that was discussed in whispers and was cloaked in mystery and terror. The stories described it as a maze of underground passages, guarded by unknown, ancient entities and teeming with traps.

“To end this foolish war. You and I both know this cannot last forever, Elara. Come to me—face me at the Black Hollow. We will settle this once and for all.” A shiver ran down my spine at the name. The Black Hollow was an ancient, cursed land, a place where the veil between realms was thinnest. Raven took a step forward, his expression darkening. “If you refuse, I will keep hunting you. I will destroy everything you have rebuilt. Your mother, your people, your precious Kael... I will burn them all.” A growl rose in my throat. “You’ll regret underestimating me.” He let out a low chuckle. “We’ll see.”

Black replied and the next moment Black growled angrily. "Mate, mate, mate is in danger. Hurry follow the smell" Black shouted at Dylan. Without wasting any moment, Dylan changed into his wolf and ran towards the smell. Jackson looked at his king and started running after him. The smell lead him to the underground room. Black ran quickly and found a closed door. Without wasting any moment he broke the door and saw a person trying to rape a girl who was no other than his mate. She was unconscious and blood was all over her body...

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.