Black Swan Novels & Stories

"The 'Sovereign Exhibit'. Tonight, we aren't just selling memories. We are selling 'Access'. The highest bidder will win the right to 'Edit' the Sovereign’s future in real-time." Silas Blackwood let out a roar that shattered the "Atmospheric Static" around him. He shifted into his massive, gold-veined wolf form, his presence creating a "Zone of Biological Chaos" that made the velvet seats of the audience turn to grey static. He lunged for the "Auction Block," his jaws aimed for the Shadow-Heir’s mercury-white frequency. "Stay away from her!" Silas snarled, the gold-and-sapphire starlight in his fur glowing with a terminal intensity.

BLACK SWAN REGISTRY TOTAL ENTRIES: 1,847 STATUS: ACTIVE I sit at the terminal. Scroll through the names. Politicians. Senators. Federal judges. Men and women who shaped policy, who wrote laws, who controlled nations. All bought. All compromised. All documented. I keep scrolling. CEOs. Generals. Media moguls. The architects of power. The invisible hands. Every transaction. Every crime. Every payment. Documented. Verified. Indexed. This is the brain of the Black Swan. The weapon my father spent his life building.

(AND THE DEAL GOES) BEATRICE hums in delight. A bit overwhelmed and is having the best time about the feeling of successfully having the two pieces of her own chess. “What a delight. What a run, what a beautiful end for this tragic tale.” She whispers, laughing and dancing like a ballerina. A graceful and beautiful ballerina in her all black dress that somehow is representing the famous black swan of the swan lake. All while under the bright full moon and in the middle of a wide grassy area surrounded by trees and bushes that’s making a rustling and eerie sound as the wind blows.

They expected less for Mizu to win based on what her performance was showing. There's this group of three people in a very loud conversation, wearing a dark purple cloak with a crest of a black wolf showing its mighty canine teeth and an entrancing dark purple flower surrounding the creature— the Wolfbanes of the West House. They sit comfortably on the couch while facing some of their kohai's and boastfully saying with their loud ducky voice that can be heard throughout the area: "If I was in that game, the two of them will turn into a pulp in a single minute." the guy in the center of the three said with full of confidence.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

I said, and he began to laugh. Sylvester was a tall muscular man. His hair was silver with bronze highlights. His eyes were bronze with specks of silver in them. The gamma spirit wolves were the only ones with two-coloured wolves, silver with bronze highlights. He was a very handsome man. The ladies that were in the cafe where we met kept staring at him. The waitress that served his coffee found a way to slip him her number. It was quite funny watching their reaction towards Sylvester. He had the same effect on human women. He was hot.

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.

The Mechanics of the Sovereign-Audit The Vantablack prompt began to "Stutter." The Universal-Creditor—or the remnant of its algorithm—realized it had been "Out-Manuevered" by its own "Bureaucracy." The "Gray-Standard" outside the Stock Exchange began to "Fluctuate," the static turning back into "Indigo-Steam" as the "System" struggled to "Calculate" the "Loophole."

"Adam Leo bought our silence before the feds put the cuffs on him. We can't just give it back. Tokyo will hunt us down." "He didn't buy your silence, asshole, he bought your graves," Alexei hissed, slamming his fist onto the wood. "You’re holding dirty Tokyo cash, and Moss is dragging a federal guillotine straight toward your front doors. You want to see how fast it drops?" "Talk to us, Alexei," the first boss pleaded, his voice cracking. "What are our choices?" "You have exactly one choice, pal," Alexei said, downing his hot tea in one gulp. "Hand over the black capital. Deliver every single piece of that Swiss data network straight to the estate before midnight. Or do you want Hugo to come