Blackbeard's Too Novels & Stories

Evan and Becky stood at the arbour’s entrance. The light emanating from the portal grew brighter as something moved through the portal itself and materialized there. When the light dimmed, the arbour they now overcrowded it with a black bear standing there on four paws with a knapsack clutched between his teeth. “Gemma, remove the mirror quickly. There’s no room in here for anything else to come through.”

I touch his cheek, my fingers brushing rough stubble above his well-kept beard, and suddenly an idea sparks. My new phone sits on the nightstand. Carefully, I stretch my arm and grab it. He doesn’t stir. Good. I swipe the screen, open the camera, and tilt it so both of us are in the frame. Zeke Russell, mafia kingpin, ruthless killer… snuggling against my neck like a fucking cat. Click. Another one—this time I look at him, my lips tilted in a smirk. Nothing. No reaction. He’s out cold. I toss the phone aside and hug him closer, burying my face into his chest, forcing myself back to sleep.

Fenric said. I turned to Brammon. He didn’t even look at me, his attention fixed on the slab of meat in front of him. “I have business in Opal City.” Fenric leaned back, a sly smile spreading across his face. “That leaves you.” I set the cup down with more force than necessary. My hand lingered against the table, talons itching beneath my skin, begging to break through and rake across Fenric’s smug expression. Maybe a few more scars would finally wipe that look off his face.

“Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.” That wasn’t comforting. “At least tell me where you’re going,” she added. I hesitated. Then... “The Forbidden Club.” Silence. The kind that made my stomach tighten. Avery’s expression changed completely. “Wait,” she said slowly. “You’re serious?” “Why?” I asked. “What is it?” She stared at me for a second longer. Then laughed. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” My chest tightened. “Then tell me.”

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

His fingers slid through her folds easily , making her moan, coming up glistening. He showed them his fingers, a small smile curling his lips. “See? Proof.” Beck’s eyes widened, caught between embarrassment and arousal. Jared’s laughter faded, the humor in his eyes replaced by something heavier, hungrier. Hayden leaned closer, his voice low. “You boys owe me something before I go under the knife today.” Beck brows arched, eyes amused. “As much as I hate to be reminded about that, that’s one hell of a blackmail tool, bro.”

Berry Was also helpful, trying all he could to assist my pack in any way by bringing in new ideas and helping out the pack members to bring in new wanted equipment to develop the pack, sadly not everyone liked him because he was still a hunter. Ava and my mother were usually bringing in new medicines and equipment for the clinic as well, the two women worked so hard, hand in hand, and spent most of their time bonding, as for my father, he was keeping an eye out for the elders. Halt was still pissed at me and Zver, he wasn't talking to us and I understood, after all, he lost the love of his life to a hunter who Zver had befriended. "My friend, the damn place is heaven on earth, it's near the

“What kind of a bad daddy do you think I am if I were to light your ass on fire on our special night? It’s all about making you feel good tonight." He let go of me and went to fetch a tube of lubricant. Then he squeezed some onto his fingers and spread it over my back passage. He did the same with a string of black beads until they glistened, all slick and ready. I guessed where they were going and grimaced as he pressed the first bead, the smallest, against my butthole. The beads got bigger the more he inserted. "Does this feel okay?" he asked as he started shoving the bigger ones inside me.

I opened my eyes to see Black holding Caspian by the neck, veins popping out of his head and knuckles as white as snow. “ Jealous? At least, you know how it feels now to have your girl fucked by your brother. Tell me, how do you feel Black, knowing I fucked out her brains? I'm sure you heard her moaning my name loudly.” The first punch grazed Caspian's left eye. And that was the beginning of the war. “ Let him go, Black! I'm no longer your girl. Let him go.” “ You belong to me, Becca. Till the end of the world, you're mine.”

Ibekwe crept towards the tree and tried to look inside the pot to discover its contents, but it was too high —too high for him to see. After much useless stretching of his limbs to catch a glimpse at the black pot, he decided to climb the tree to clear his curiosity once and for all. As he climbed the tree slowly, placing one foot over another and moving upwards at every push, he finally got to where the black pot hung. He opened the lid and looked inside the pot. Strange images that he had never seen filled his eyes. Images depicting different humans that he had never met. He stretched his hands wider and gazed at the pot inquisitively, then he stopped. Allowing the vision he had just seen