Black Thread Near Me Novels & Stories

“You need to see this.” He turned the screen toward us—a live news broadcast with breaking news. A reporter stood outside Blackwood Holdings, crowds surrounding the building, police everywhere, emergency vehicles everywhere. Then the camera shifted, and my blood turned cold.

Reese said, noncommittally. “Yeah. That’s the guy. He went to visit his cousin over at the Firehole River Pack. They went out into town to a local bar, and he overheard a couple of shifters talking about a big order that they had to fill a couple of months back. It was for something they called the Black Draught. He got curious so he asked his cousin about it, and he said that it was a poison that is sold on the black market.” Reese sat upright. “Did he find out where the shifters stayed?”

But Dolphus only threw a confused glance at me. “I think you will be happy about this news,” Dolphus said looking forward with a frown on his face. “What news?” I asked curiously, and why isn't he happy about it? “That’s the Blood Black market ahead of us, ” Dolphus answered in a low pitched and cold voice as he pointed at a big building that was just some kilometers from where we were. “Yayy, “ I exclaimed in excitement, but quickly composed myself when I saw that Dolphus was still frowning.

One of the main roads in town that I use to get home goes by a bunch of bars and some shady-looking buildings, their LED signs light the path more than the streetlights do. A group of guys sitting outside of the shady building caught my attention. They were sitting around the small parking lot, talking and drinking. One of them I noticed had jet black hair and I eyed him for more than a second. Kiran? What is he doing drinking? He's supposed to be at the gym.

I will probably not make any sense, but still, I need someone to listen to me. I just don't know why I am feeling this way. It is just so frustrating! Suddenly something catches my attention and narrowing my eyes, and I stare at the small park in front of the apartment building. My living room window gives a clear view of the park and end of the parking lot, so without any difficulty, I can see something is happening down there, like some sort of commotion. My eyes widen as panic settles in when I find Laura standing beside the road while her mouth is covered with her hands. She looks utterly horrified.

He showed me once how all of these apps worked, but hell if I know how to operate them now. The way he could link her location to area traffic cams and business surveillance was both intriguing and terrifying. Wait… she’s… here? The glowing red dot is flashing right here in Blackwood. Minutes pass and it doesn’t move. She’s here but didn’t come up to see me? ‘Clingy much?’ Nero huffs, but even he sounds a little hurt. I don’t bother with a response, slamming the laptop shut and heading in that direction. The glow of the moon casts a yellowish haze over Blackwood. Normally, I’d take my time, enjoying walking through the pack slowly. When it looks like this, it reminds me of how beautiful this

"Two pawnshops on Eighth just got cleaned out. Junkies are back behind the canal warehouses, and three corner stores had their gates hooked to pickup trucks. The quiet streak's dead already." "Did anyone see Takahashi's crews?" Lina asked, reaching for a red marker. "Nobody's wearing colors, but they're using the same drop alleys," Trent said. "It started popping off around lunch." "Stay clear of the main strip, Trent. I'll call you back." Lina dropped the receiver hard into its cradle and walked straight over to Sophia's workstation. "Sophia, pull up the draft," Lina ordered. Sophia clicked her keyboard, switching to the shared investigation doc. "What's going on?"

I track him by sound and shadow, by the brief catch of moon on his shoulder, by the flattened snow where his boots press clean lines. The further we get from camp, the more distinct his scent becomes. Sticky-sweet, with that metallic edge that makes my hackles rise. I roll my shoulders, breathing slow, counting heartbeats. It should calm me. It doesn’t. We aren’t heading for the border. He angles south, toward a scar in Blackthorn territory that I’ve been told even pups give wide berth. The old quarry. The place swallows sound. It swallows light. Stories say the ground remembers blood there and keeps asking for more.

He explained. Hendrix listening to our conversation interrupted him ." Don't worry about that , weapons don't work on me." He said like boasting. "That's good ,if that is true . I'll send the address on your phone. Good luck ." Kenneth said before he cut the call. 'The Eclipse Towers Obsidian Boulevard, Nocturna Heights Whispering Pines, Shadowvale Cryptic Enclave, Code: SHADOW-IXYZ' "The Eclipse Towers?" I mumbled to myself.

Our life revolved around each other and I won't trade it for anything else in this world. As we were nearing our simple abode, which is a half-kilometer away from the park, I noticed a black car a few meters behind us. It was tinted so I couldn't recognize the person inside. I wasn't scared or worried about it because it was proven safe in our community. There's a nearby police station and the streets are fully secured with CCTV cameras. I was only wondering and the thought that it was Denver's doing couldn't be shoved away. I didn't want to assume but that's what my gut feeling was telling me. I told myself that if I'm right, I don't mind him following me anymore as long as our daily life i