Blacker Lotus Novels & Stories

he said lightly. Lie. I knew it. But I didn’t push. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he added, his gaze scanning me like he was trying to figure something out. I lifted my chin. “I could say the same.” His eyes sharpened. “Blackthorn isn’t exactly…” He paused. “…easy to get into.” There it was. The subtle dig. I smiled sweetly. “Good thing I didn’t come here the easy way.” Recognition flickered in his eyes. “Scholarship,” he said.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

shining black in the sun. Along with the car in which Amelia and Hope were sitting, there were a few black cars too and the windows were black so that nobody from outside can see them. "Whose car is this?" Amelia asked with a raised brow and Hope casually replied, "I've arranged it for us." Behind their car was standing a black Mercedes Benz and when they were busy arguing, Kristopher walked out of the hotel and stepped in his car. Both Hope and Kristopher made the plan for sneaking Amelia out so that nobody can know it was him who helped her sneaking out of the hotel and taking her abroad.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

A man sitting to his right sighed and said, "If you didn’t talk, I would have assumed you were mute. You're not even worried that the reason you’re here has been completely destroyed because of this unnecessary commotion." The blonde-haired man ignored him and said, "It’s the fact that it has no fragrance, and when it falls, it ends up silent and tragic. Tell me, who do you think would do something like this?" The man to his right tilted his head to the side, his eyes scanning the surroundings, before glancing at the red camellia in his friend’s hand. His black eyes glistened. "They whisper everywhere, they say she has a reputation." The blonde man then smiled. "Don’t believe it until I see

They packed us like sardines into a vehicle. We ended up here as human chattels to be auctioned. “We have three lots today.” Madam Cumberbatch’s stout fingers parted the frame of wispy bangs of her dirty blonde hair from her brown eyes. She pointed to auction block A. “Lot one will have witch hybrids.” She gestured to the second. “Lot two are vampire hybrids and lot three are werewolf hybrids.” Three dozen captured rogues were shackled. I was at the front of the last line with thick, silver handcuffs burning my wrists and ankles. Hot and cold chills ran over my body. My heart raced, and my palms sweated when the detriment of my demise clicked in.

Blake grumbled, “Well, I think—" “I’m okay, Mom,” Lydia lied. Blake nodded. “Yeah, she’s fine,” she agreed. “Just know that I’m here for you, okay?” Luna Alice assured her. “Yes, Mom, I remember that.” They walked over to the Lunas, who welcomed them warmly and began to chat. Lydia flinched nervously as the conversation turned to her finding a worthy and powerful mate tonight, just like her mom found Alpha Damon. Blake noticed her discomfort and excused them to get some drinks.

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

The scene inside slammed into me like a physical blow. Lucian Blackwood had the woman bent over his desk. Her dress was bunched around her waist, expensive silk crumpled like discarded tissue. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into bare flesh hard enough to leave marks. The sharp crack of skin meeting skin echoed through the room. She moaned, a throaty, desperate sound. “Harder,” she gasped. “Please, Alpha.” My body froze. Brain struggling to process. This was the legendary playboy heir I’d been warned about, the man I was supposed to report to, the future leader of the most powerful pack in the northern territories.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.