Black Z Flashing Novels & Stories

But now, standing before the sea of flashing lights, I wanted to vanish. The doors opened again, and the noise immediately ceased. The room went eerily silent. “What's going on?” Vance asked amidst his groaning on the ground, still clutching his family jewels. Who had just entered? The reporters parted and he walked through like a devastating black Knight. Zachary Blackwood. Tall. Imposing. Raven black suit, his coat cutting the wind like a blade. His presence had sliced through the noise. It felt like I was imagining it, but I was staring into the face of Zachary.

] He chuckles and put’s his phone away to drive the SUV that Pops, GeGe and Solomon are taking, leaving me alone with Zale for the ride back to the house. Zale opens my door for me, making sure I’m buckled in, the back of his hand checking the temperature of my forehead for a second before closing the door. I wait until we have pulled away from the hospital and are on the road before putting my hand on his leg to help ground him. He’s antsy and I don’t know how to calm him other than to let him have a constant physical connection with me. He sighs deeply, his hands slowing letting go of their death grip on the steering wheel. “Sorry, I think I’m having trauma flashbacks of last time, I keep

Zachary woke up feeling dizzy, but you noticed something was wrong,he noticed both his feet and hands were tied. Zachary was stunned before he recalled what happened to him while he was driving. ***** (FLASHBACK)***** While he was driving,he was thinking of the person that could possibly be responsible for the accident to no avail. Suddenly he felt the car losing control, realizing the car brake seems to be tampered with,he tried to take control of it but before he could do anything he black out.

The flare burst into blinding white light, illuminating the entire station in one violent flash. Subject Zero flinched, throwing his arm up to shield his eyes. "He does not like sudden light," Elise called out. "He was built in the dark, underground. His eyes were never meant for sunlight." "Then we give him more of it," I said. Dominic pulled a second flare from his tactical vest and fired it directly at Subject Zero's feet. The creature staggered back, disoriented, his burning eyes squeezed shut against the sudden glare. "Move!" Dominic shouted.

The black crescent on her neck shattered completely. A second mark appeared beneath it. A silver crescent. Exactly like mine. The Black Queen screamed. "NO!" Zara stood beside me. For the first time, she wasn't standing behind me. She was standing with me. The Black Queen looked at us. Then she began laughing. My wolf growled. Why is she laughing? The Dark Alpha suddenly shouted "GET DOWN!" Too late. The Black Queen slammed both hands against the ground. A massive circle of black symbols appeared beneath our feet.

Caution was still present in Zeke’s eyes until Dark Shura turned around and closed the door. At that moment, another servant came down from the upper floor of Zeke’s villa. When she noticed a strange man in a black cloak suddenly appearing in the hall, she instantly screamed in fear. “Shut up,” Zeke reprimanded loudly, snapping his head in that direction. Dark Shura, on the other hand, was more direct. With a flick of his finger, a black light radiated from his fingertips and launched directly at the servant’s throat. A bloody hole appeared on her forehead as she fell straight to the ground with her eyes wide open.

"Excuse me. Excuse me." Everyone's tops and shirts were examined by Zoey's eyes like a hawk, if they were dark blue or next to that particular color. But unfortunately, Zoey cannot find one. Or perhaps, it was the fault of all the strobing, distressing, colorful lights all over the ceiling's club. She has poor vision and the strobing lights just made it worse.

The world outside turned into streaks of color as the chase locked in…silent, deadly, inevitable. The two black cars closed in. And Zed whispered…. “Don’t be scared, dove… I won’t let anyone touch you.” Right before he hit the accelerator. But second black car pushed closer, narrowing the space between us. Before I could scream, it bumped the side of our car, forcing Zed to jerk the wheel. The road tightened. Both cars pressed in. Then the window of the car beside me rolled down, and the moment I saw the gun, my heart shot straight to my throat.

Crashed into a barrier. Everything went black.

The shift was immediately a wall slamming down, his muscles going tense under Alessio’s hands. “I told you,” he said. “It was nothing.” “You don’t black out from nothing.” “Well, maybe I do. Maybe I’m falling apart in a different, hot, mysterious way.” “Noa.” The bathroom light flickered. Both froze. This time the flicker wasn’t electrical. It was rhythmic. Pulsing. Controlled. Three slow blinks. Like someone or something trying to get their attention. “Noa,” Alessio murmured, voice barely above breath, “did the flashes ever come like that?”