Black Rose Dot Hack Novels & Stories

Rose said darkly as she walked down to the security room so she could stay apprised of the situation. “What are you going to do? I know you’re not trained to fight.” Heather was right. Rose didn’t know the first thing about fighting. But she had a good grasp on what logical thinking was. “No, but I can monitor the situation and tell them what I want. Then they can tell me if it’s possible. It’s called leading and suddenly I’m really pissed at this. They deliberately waited for Ty to leave before that made their move. The cowards.” Heather followed Rose to the control room and watched the security specialist’s attitude change, and he briefed her. The man had a drone following the intruders al

while rubbing his head. I shake my head softly and sigh as I speak " Ok, now listen up. We are going to infiltrate them in two spots- " K barge in as he shouts in panic, " BOSS! WE GOT NEW INTEL! SCARLET CLAW IS GOING TO MAKE A BIG CELEBRATION ON CLUB XILLIA TO OFFICIALLY INTRODUCE 'THE ROSE EMPRESS' AS THEIR 4TH UNDERBOSS AFTER KING CLOWN, TRAXENTINO, AND VALHALLA." Everyone glared at K except Neva since he was taking his paper fan to slap K on the head and K looks dumbfounded while rubbing his head.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

" Oh, good... I was feeling. .. really sleepy... anyway. ." I say as I try to stay focus and pull out the tainted petal. Hikaru seeing that I was unable to focus, pulls it out for me, and immediately my Rosepast stops spinning. Hikaru passes the petal to me. Even with my eyes out of focus, I could see the small dot of red on the tainted petal. " Oh! It actually worked..."

It was the road to our secret hideout. The driver pulled into the bush, the cars were hidden by the shrubs. I dragged on my cigarettes, as the driver rushed out of the car, clutching the fake plate number. One of the boys climbed out of the car to help him change cars plate number. "Hurry up! "I finally snapped at them, when I felt they were taking so long. They soon rejoined us and we commenced our journey once more

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

I crouched, running my fingers through the red streak. Not wolf. Human. That ruled out random rogues. Clara was hurting… or she was using blood to throw us off. Either way, she had been here less than twenty four hours ago. And she wasn’t alone. I stood, senses prickling. A breath too loud. A whisper of motion behind me. I turned too late. A hard strike to the back of my head sent me crashing to the ground, stars bursting across my vision. I rolled, instincts kicking in, and barely dodged a second blow. My attacker lunged from the shadows not Clara. A male. Young. Fast. And from the look in his wild eyes, completely feral.

"Yes, we'll tell you everything we know. Just spare us, please!!!" Ezekiel smirked coldly at the pair of cowards, " And all it took was just a bit of brutal force. Speak!!" " It's a deadly aphrodisiac, codenamed 'Tears of eros'. It's found on the dark web........and currently......it doesn't have an antidote.", the other thug stuttered. Zeke gave a wry chuckle, "Well....well, such a pleasant surprise -", that the same drug he'd been searching for would be circulating in his domain, without his notice.

Be careful. I was supposed to report to the Pack House every twenty-four hours until the debt was resolved. Apparently, I'd become a flight risk overnight. Good. Let them worry. I spent the day packing what mattered. Photos of Mom. Dad's research journals. My mother's necklace a silver wolf pendant she'd worn every day of her life. Everything else could burn for all I cared. At eleven-thirty that night, my phone buzzed with a new message from the unknown number. 2847 Ashwood Street. Basement entrance. Password: Nightshade.