Black Zodiac Novels & Stories

As night descended upon Blackmoon, Luna and her hosts gathered under the luminous glow of the moon, sharing stories and reflections on the transformative events that had transpired. The Blackmoon night unfolded with a cosmic serenity that mirrored the newfound tranquillity within Blackmoon. Alpha Zephyr, now liberated from the sinister group's influence, shared tales of the celestial realms, offering glimpses into the mysteries that dwelled beyond the Blackmoon horizon. Luna, in turn, regaled them with cosmic anecdotes, weaving a tapestry of celestial wonders that captivated the Blackmoon audience.

Besides my family, they were the most well-known families in the world. Zachary Blackwell used to be friends with my father a long time ago, but something happened to start a feud. My father never spoke about it, but suddenly the Blackwells were no longer part of our inner circle. Zachary was also a Lycan, but what made him one of the most feared men in the world was his witch bloodline, on top of being a Lycan. Not to mention his billion-dollar empire, which is almost as successful as the Landry Foundation.

And the color of the bulb remained a hazy black. Not even the elders had any idea. Well, truth be told, I already expected that results. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a magician in the first place. Visit novelB(i)n.NET to read, pls! I had to force myself on believing that the reason why I'm different than others was that I am special. Or is it what called as — self-redemption? Self-pitying? Or self encouraging? "..." Regardless... That hazy black...might also mean — I do not have affinity in any elements.

His expression turned serious as he suggested they prioritize locating the Black Sun's base. Aria and the others sighed. They had been searching all along but had found nothing. What they didn't know was that there was someone who knew exactly where it was. Zeke. He had already arrived at the Black Sun's base in Silverton. The moment he stepped inside, a chill ran down his spine as he gasped. His legs gave out as he got a closer look, and he collapsed onto the ground. That was because what lay before him was utterly horrifying.

“Please, Zeno. Though the assassin was taken from the dark web… knowing how crazy Mr. Black is, he might get to me soon. And I don't want that… all I need is a few of your men to protect me.” Zeno let out a soft laugh. “Look at the way you're shivering, Moore,” he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze turning cold. “You ruined my plan. I was supposed to act swift, light, and unpredictable. But now you've let Mr. Black know something is coming. Just last night, he sent a finger of a bitch… which means he knows I'm here for him.” “Zeno—” “Quiet,” Zeno snapped, his lips parting as if to yell or scold, but no words came out. So he simply stood. “I shall take my leave, Moore.”

I don't tolerate betrayal. My wolf, Zyros, is a beast of nightmares. When he takes control, nothing can stop him. His black fur blends into the darkness, his eyes glow a deadly shade of crimson, and his snarls alone can make the strongest of warriors tremble. When Zyros hunts, he doesn’t just kill. He annihilates. The full moon is both my greatest strength and my worst curse. On every full moon, my power becomes uncontrollable. My body turns into something even I can’t tame..... a beast so violent, so ruthless, that even my pack wouldn’t stand a chance against me. Zyros takes over completely, his hunger for destruction overwhelming even my strongest restraints. That’s why, on every full moon

But in this batch, there is one soldier who has caught my attention—Zion. Zion is a quiet and enigmatic figure among the Bravata ranks. His jet-black hair frames a face that seems perpetually shrouded in shadows. He seldom speaks, and when he does, it is in measured, cryptic phrases that leave those around him with more questions than answers. His eyes, though, are the most unsettling feature—deep, piercing orbs that seemed to hold secrets untold.

Zayn said. The car fell quiet, save for the sound of soft music playing from the speakers. I had a lot of thoughts going through my head. I tried playing back all Violet had said to me the night before. Tristan had a couple of weaknesses that I could capitalize on. It didn’t make the Alpha any less of a threat, though. Tristan Black was as dangerous as could be and wasn’t someone who just let people cross him. He was a snake that wouldn’t hesitate to bite back if there ever came a time that he felt threatened. It didn’t matter to me, though.

Liam wanted to stand up, but he saw the black wolf nudging Zenia, trying to wake her up. Liam could not sense any harmful air from the black wolf. The black wolf tried to wake Zenia up, but she remained unconscious. She had only recently recovered, then she walked, fought, and touched the silver. She was bound to fall. But Zenia was very proud. She never showed any weakness in front of strangers. That is why Liam was sure that she could hold on till they reached a nearby area to rest. Her fall took him by surprise but the black wolf’s raw power overshadowed that surprise and shocked him to the core.

I can sense it, just like everyone in this bar can. Demons like Zodiac aren’t around much anymore, thanks to the Alpha of Stormfire and his distrust of them. All I know about Zodiac is that he has black hair, pointy demon ears, soulless blue eyes, and that he can be trusted. “Demon bars were never interesting to me. Too many demons, too many desperate humans or wolves looking for long-lost magic,” I respond, wrapping my hand around my tumbler. “I prefer nightclubs. They’re about sex and death. Nothing desperate to be found when you can get what you want there.”