Black With Story Novels & Stories

Blackwood, perhaps there was a happy ending to her story after all. TBC!!

The one that told in the sweetest way how Callisto - the king of the entire underworld and lower plane - fell madly in love with the purest being ever created. The story said many things about that love, but among them was a truth that would probably never be accepted by the faithful few left in the place where the mortal world had once been: it was not the Black King's fault that everything happened. It was God's. "Ma'am?" The maid called me again, and I forced myself to smile.

"The Black Rose League... it's impossible. You don't have the liquid capital. No one has that kind of shadow-funding." Kai Reyes had dropped his casual stance by the window. His cigarette was out, forgotten as he stared at the screen with the eyes of a soldier realizing he had walked into an ambush. His tongue clicked against his back teeth, his rogue’s grin replaced by a mask of cold, tactical alertness. "Damn," Kai hissed, his voice a low growl of respect and fear. "The ghost stories from the underworld... the ones we’ve been hearing for three years... they weren't legends. They were blueprints."

“If you had two birds, one is gorgeous and brings you gold and the other is just plain looking, which would you choose?” “You said it was a story.” “Shhhh,” I said , gesturing with my finger, “Your answer determines if you get to hear the story." He chuckled low, amused and something inside me loosened. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe I was just tired of being the sad girl. I wanted to talk to someone, anyone, before my thoughts drowned me again. “Well, I will go for the plain-looking one.” He leaned closer and whispered, “I have a lot of money.”

“Doubt keeps you alive.” He reached for a book from the nearest shelf and flipped it open. The pages were blank. “Do you know why my library has no dust?” I shook my head. “Because the books breathe,” he said. “They exhale what others forget.” He offered the book to me. The pages shifted—faint outlines forming, fading, forming again. Names, dates, a line of ink that moved like a pulse: Evelyn Blackthorne arrived under a waning moon. I slammed it shut. “You’re writing my story.”

he held a pen that dripped black ink onto the floor. Every drop erased a piece of the library. The stranger spoke only one sentence. "You've learned how stories begin..." He lifted the black pen. "...now let me show you..." "...how they truly end." The stranger raised the black pen. A single drop of ink fell onto the marble floor. The instant it touched the stone... an entire shelf disappeared. Not broken. Not burned. It simply ceased to exist. Every title upon it vanished as though those stories had never been imagined. The little girl stepped backward.

Signaling her to start her story. "So, the moment you guys left us and went to the ship, Seth and I had been fighting against the Black Clan. A series of gunshots were exchanged on the battlefield and we were forced to have some light hand to hand combat as they tried to infiltrate the boat. The fight was really intense, we really thought we would die right then and there, seeing as the Black Clan wouldn't budge in order to defeat us. But suddenly, the Black Clan halted their movements and started retreating—"

I fell on my knees. “How?” I whispered in utter disbelief, “You can’t possibly know that!” I roared, my emotions booming all at once. His chuckle covered my heavy breath. Then he just stepped on the balcony, summoned black, raven wings, and with a shot disappeared in the night. I couldn’t move for what felt like hours with just one question swirling in my mind. ‘How?’. Flashbacks of the most horrific night coming back to my mind. The smell of burning meat, the screams, and blood. So much blood. I took my head in hands trying to come back to reality and shake all it off. My painful scream filling the dawn.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

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