Blackbelly Reservations Novels & Stories

“Hurry up. Some Species come from Reservation too, just to attend. They don’t have the large building at Reservation to do this. We have the sleeping dorms and can always fit more people here comfortably. They can stay for days. Some of the males and females you helped rescue in Colorado will be here too. We wanted them to share the joy of freedom with us.” The part about the freed Species from the Colorado testing facility filled Jessie with a little dread, remembering her attack but she figured it would be fine. Other humans would be there which meant they were prepared to deal nicely with them. Breeze

weight. Later that night, we had a mini sleepover in the living room. Me, Maya, and Aiden curled up in blankets, popcorn bowls between us. Aiden was already out cold on his dinosaur pillow. Maya was mid-rant about a weird customer from earlier that day when I got up to grab more popcorn. That’s when I heard it. The TV, still playing softly in the background, cut to a breaking news segment. My hands froze around the popcorn bowl. “Blackwell Enterprises announces major East Coast expansion... with plans to open a new regional headquarters right here in Maine.”

[HOST THREE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED] [LOCATION: CONFIRMED] [ZARIA BLAKES: EN ROUTE] [ESTIMATED ARRIVAL: 4 MINUTES]

We have 28 members, and the first six—us—have our own full suites in a specific tower. I’m currently supervising the shifting of Raven to the attic so we can fit Billie in the tower when it’s time, when Dominic comes up to me. “Think we got it all, big man.” He hands me a flash drive. “Billie?” I ask. “Billie Marie Black. Born nineteen years ago in Wilson, Massachusetts. From the scuzzier human suburbs of Boston. The ghost towns.” “What’s she doing in Rhode Island?”

Stacy blushed slightly, she wasn’t used to having a Mate, “I’ll miss you too, I should be back for dinner.” Kyle kissed her forehead and entered the house while Stacy made her way to the garage, she walked past her usual SUV and jumped into one of the Predtech Humvee’s, she did prefer a military vehicle, it was slow but could take a beating, and she had a feeling she was going to need its strength. About fifty miles from Westingdale House sits a reservation, this res’ wasn’t what most people thought, while natives technically occupied it, they were not all of one clan, but rather one species, each and every one of them was a Bear-shifter.

"I'm quite indecisive sometimes, I'm sorry." "Do you have a membership here?" She questions and he glances at her in surprise. "I-, It's my first time here." He informs her. She pauses, smiling tightly as she steps back. "Ok, well, the restaurant is usually full, but we're entertaining special guests from America." She acknowledges. "There's a major business deal being conducted here at the hotel tomorrow, so most tables are reserved." River perks up. "Who are these guests?" "Party of three for Black & Co, as well as Merit Global associates. I take it you don't watch the news much." She chuckles and River raises his arms in defeat.

“But you did it. The Echo Seat. The virus. Even Marek’s scream got caught in the net. Nice touch.” “We didn’t come for applause,” Callum said coolly. Raven chuckled. “You never did.” She tossed me a small, sealed chip. “Intercepted chatter from Eidolon’s fallback servers. They’re bleeding. But they’re not dead. Your strike at The Hollow pushed their hand. They’re relocating to Blackspire.” I stiffened. “That’s… impossible. Blackspire was decommissioned after Geneva.” “Not according to this.” She pointed at the chip. “They’ve reactivated the node. It’s where they’re moving the last surviving Leash prototype. Not just data. A live subject.”

"We have reserved this seat." "How can you a reserve my favorite spot? I always sit here." "Move or I'll have to take actions." "Oh really? Let me see how would you take actions." From the corner of her eyes she then notices a tall, blonde guy coming inside. She has never seen him here before. He seems to be a vip person. Then she realizes that it might be him who reserved her spot. Well no one stopped her when she sat down here. Then why should she move? "What's wrong Tom?" The blonde guy says coming near them. Bella stands up abruptly feeling nervous. She better not get into any trouble today.

The Kings, the Gullers, the Millens—they all had broadcasted loud and clear: hide her, and you are picking a fight with the big dogs. Black Hawk had plans to skip the country, but with lockdowns tight as a drum, even the sea routes were no-go. So, they holed up in this ghost-town med station for now. "Gear up. We ship out at midnight." Black Hawk passed her a phone and got to work patching her up with fresh gauze. Neve eyed the phone: "So, where to?" "Overseas, Tilverton. I've got people. We're not ready to take on Helma and her crew. We need the right moment." Black Hawk finished the wrap and tied it off without a fuss.

The Sopttyi District was a smudge of gray in the rearview mirror, and Timothy hadn't looked back once. Grief was a luxury he couldn't afford, not with the weight of two men like Kan and Gideon pressing into his life. Cus was in his element at the Blackwell estate—or "the fortress," as the old soldier called it. Within the first week, Timothy had caught the man actually whistling while he cleaned the armory. The Zions had claimed the thousand-acre perimeter, patrolling the treeline like they’d found holy ground. Timothy had never seen them so at peace.