Blackbelly Reservations Novels & Stories

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.

"Now I am debt-free." "We still have a mortgage." "Financial debt is manageable. Existential debt is... crushing." Cale looked at the clock. "6:30 PM," Cale said. "We need to depart. The reservation is at 7." "Right. Dinner." "Put on a jacket," Cale said. "The wind is high tonight." "I'll wear the coat." "The black one?" "No. The brown one. The black one... let's leave that one in the closet."

“Can’t you just mount her somewhere else?” The murmuring, muttering, scratching pack instantly falls silent. The redhead takes a huge step back, knocking the males behind him aside, and bares his neck. “Apologies, Justus,” he says. He’s able to hold his tongue for about two seconds before he mumbles, “But what’s wrong with high valley camp?” “Black bears,” the male with the drumstick calls out. “Can’t fuck there until you clear out the bears.” Khalil snorts.

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.

“One more day at this rate and I will call it clear for short-range work. Still no travel outside the walls until I say so. Still no crowds longer than that courtyard stretch.” We could live with that. Riven’s quiet search for the undated reservation produced a territory and a narrow set of houses by midday. Neutral-aligned. Not enemies. Not close allies. Three families in that band expected births within the next two months. Only one had a documented rare-line history on the mother’s side. Only one had taken a recent closed medical consult outside their usual channels. “That is the likely reservation,” Riven said. “The payment schedule in the broker’s book matches the consult timing. No wor

I thought I could give you something to remember me by. I would really like to see you again. You can bring your friends, Amanda and Kate, along if you like. I reserved you and your friends a couple of cabins at the same place you stayed last time you were in the Blood Moon village. The Reservations start this Friday. Stay as long as you like. Hope to see you soon, Theo

It looked like a honeymoon suite. “A newly mated couple canceled their reservation at the last minute. You can have this one.” “We will take it.” Ariana answered before I could reply, making me smile. “Yeah.. what she said.” I said to the woman and gave her my card. “Where are the washrooms?” I asked, looking around. I didn’t see any. “When you turn to the right after leaving the tent, there’s a bathroom just outside. And don’t get alarmed if you see any animals like lions, and so on. This is a game reserve.” The woman said and left after billing my card on the small machine she was carrying.

He was even more afraid that she would reject him as he had not been quick enough to reveal his nature to her. "What's going on?" repeated Bianca. Black didn't have time to answer as Alpha Asher's voice echoed through the room, "There's a storm outside. Against all odds, all roads are blocked. My pack is doing everything in its power to ensure you are all housed here with dignity. Then he turned to the table where Bianca and her friends were sitting. "Council members, residences have been prepared for you." Black ignored Asher entirely. Augustine, on the other hand, bowed his head graciously.