Blackbeard's Too Novels & Stories

Some recognized me. Fewer recognized Lyra. One or two whispered her name. “Walk like you mean it,” I muttered to her. “They smell fear.” She stood a little taller. Just a bit. Enough. We slid onto bar stools like they were thrones, and I flagged down the bartender with a snap. He was a grizzled werewolf in a torn tank top with a beard that could house secrets. “Well, well. Rebekah freakin’ Black. Haven’t seen you in years.”

Blackwood. TBC!!

He propped his right elbow on the armrest, fingers resting on his sharp jaw. He had slightly curly hairs in a rare shade of crimson, which would fit better for a popular school stud. But he had nothing resembling a cute boy. The front two buttons on his black shirt were carelessly loosened, revealing a trace of the horrible tattoo on his bulky chest in shape of some creatures’ claws. His face was handsome but expressionless. My feet were glued to the ground and my heart stopped heating when he shot an icy apathetic glance at me with that inscrutable look.

It was the kind of smile you would expect on a swashbuckling pirate, capable of seduction and plunder in equal measure. His eyes were a haunting shade of onyx, the most profound I'd ever seen. They were more than just a color; they held an intensity, an almost overwhelming brilliance. A whiff of his cologne, spicy and tantalizing without being overbearing, teased my senses, hinting at a man who took pride in his appearance. But I shook my head in denial. No, this man was nothing more than an exasperating tormentor from my past. "What can I fetch you, sweetie?" the waitress interrupted our silent face-off, her notebook poised for my order.

We’d been at it for hours, hashing out Daiki—his wounds, his fight, his survival. “He’s tougher than we thought,” I said, my voice low, my gaze flicking to Damien, catching the shadow of relief in his nod. “Saw him today—Blackbeard’s got him patched up good. Breathing steady, talking shit like always.” Damien smirked, faint, his hand scrubbing his jaw, stubble rasping under his fingers. “Yeah—Fenri’s mercy, that bastard’s still kicking. Took three of Alaric’s goons down before they got him. Doc says he’ll pull through.”

gesture. ‘Hmph! Astar Levi, I shall not be fooled by your honey trap again! This bro is not that casual! The only person this bro will service is his legally wedded spouse!’ Blackie, ‘Should I remind my host that his wedding is in three days?’ 🤔

Jake asked hopeful earning a scowl from Rebecca. "Not just coming often, I'm going to be here for three months, Black Entertainment is taking a huge Netflix collaboration movie which starts in three months time, I am not needed at the Entertainment until the production of the movie, so I would be here for a while. Justin would handle the company for some time. So Rebecca get my office ready for me, I start work today". He said curtly with a sly smile, They all nod but are obviously surprised, but began packing their things to leave as the meeting was over. Soon the room was left with Leonard and Rebecca with her assistant at the corner. Rebecca smiled looking at Leonard who pretended to look

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

Goddess knows where Fran was. The whole packhouse went up in flames and Black Gold was unable to function on its own so some of us elected to ‘merge’ ourselves with Waning Moon. They didn’t profit from our downfall but someone did. Mining continued and someone was cashing in; Alpha Joseph assured me it wasn’t him.

There were obvious black spots in a row that looked like someone’s hand had been there for so long, it was permanently etched into the gold. “Is that….?” Heath whispered as Martina pulled it out. “It is.” Martina gently handed me the cup. “That is the long-lost chalice that dates back to when the pirates came over. It is said to have been in Blackbeard’s possession when he landed in South Carolina. That he traded it for medicine. None of which was proven, however, he was only in South Carolina for a week or so.” “You knew that?” Heath asked, looking impressed.