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Black Crimson Copyright © 2021 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

Christopher gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before rushing out the door with Maria and Eleanore to face the morning rush, leaving me alone in the quiet, dim room. For hours, I drifted in and out of a feverish sleep, shivering under the rough wool blankets one minute and burning up the next. Vague, terrifying nightmares of the auction house, the cold alpha, and the strange cloaked stranger in the market danced behind my eyelids, twisting together into a chaotic mess that I couldn't escape.

He ran into the kitchen and immediately wanted to storm through the open back door, but had to brake, because right in front of the door was a blood-covered woman with blond hair, right next to a dead Proles - more precisely an Iuba. This creature was in the shape of a German shepherd, but was at least a head taller, if not more. It was striped gray and black and had a lion-like mane that was only a little darker than the rest of the fur. It had a long tail with long hangings and a little goatee under its chin.

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Mу mind wаndеrѕ tо the ѕtаlkіng thаt nіght after lеаvіng Jessup’s сlub, tо Blаkе’ѕ аlbum, аnd then hеr саll, before I bеgіn to rеlаtе bасk what I know about Neon. “I thіnk she hаѕ something tо dо wіth the рrоѕtіtutіоn rіng. Blаkе tоld me she’s a ріmр оf sorts, runnіng girls fоr vаrіоuѕ gangs."

**Tone and Style**: - Gritty, dark, or mysterious, but some works may have humor or a lighter tone. - Fast-paced, with dynamic character interactions and a strong focus on plot. ### Popular Examples: - Books: *The Mortal Instruments* series by Cassandra Clare or *The Dresden Files* by Jim Butcher. - TV Shows: *Buffy the Vampire Slayer*, *True Blood*, or *Supernatural*. - Movies: *Underworld* or *Constantine*. If you’re interested in paranormal urban stories, they often provide a mix of suspense, intrigue, and a touch of magic in an otherwise mundane world.

I took his advice, found myself a job at a local restaurant and paid for my university studies but I got cut off when I was just beginning my third year since I was fired for being clumsy in the kitchen. I lived in the streets then, ever bullying so as to not sleep hungry and got myself arrested. When you are alone and have nothing to do, just like in the shower, your mind tends to think of a lot of things, reminiscing on past events and what you should have done or not done. In a jail cell, I found myself wanting out, make amends with myself and start over.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

Chapter Twelve: When Silence Breaks Emma Volkov The night everything finally cracked open did not arrive with gunfire or screams. It arrived quietly. Too quietly. I sensed it before I knew it—the way animals sense storms before clouds gather. The estate felt different when I woke that morning. Tighter. Sharper. The guards outside my door stood straighter, hands closer to their weapons. Conversations stopped when I passed. Even the air seemed to hold its breath. I dressed without help, choosing black again. Always black when something was about to bleed.