Blackfire Novels & Stories

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

FURY. It surged through her veins like wildfire racing over parched ground, hot enough to burn away every trembling thought. Her breath hitched, her vision narrowed, and the world became nothing but him. Cian’s sneer, his hand digging into her waist, the cold certainty in his eyes that she would break.

Set Fire and Burn Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Violence, Murder/Assassination, Strong Language, Sex, Death, Substance Abuse, Dismemberment, Blood/Gore, Mutilation of Corpse, Sexual Assault, Crude Language, Immolation, Imprisonment, Voyeurism, Illegal Activities, Bondage, Prejudice, and Miscarriage. Not all family is blood, some family is found. Wounds take time to heal. Now shut up, sit down, and read this book like a good little mortal.

Determined to pay him back for this. My eyes snap open, and I slowly move to a sitting position before rising to my full height. The balls are still coming. Somehow, they hurt a lot less now. I barely feel them at all. Glancing down at my arms, I see they have turned black now. That must be Ares’ fur color. I didn’t pay much attention when I first saw it at blood moon that faithful night, but my fur looks… off. And only Alphas have black fur.

Seeing his buried pain reflected in her fear… it hadn’t just ignited his protective fury; it had detonated something primal, something ancient and terrifying within him. He’d unleashed the full, terrifying machinery of Blackstone Enterprises. Not just money, but a focused, ruthless intensity usually reserved for annihilating corporate adversaries. John, his bodyguard and driver, a man built like a fortified wall, with eyes that missed nothing and a face perpetually set in grim neutrality, became a near-constant, silent presence. He materialized for hushed briefings that vibrated with lethal intent. Damien’s network, a vast, shadowy web spanning continents and legal boundaries, churned. Finan

“If I still see it online in three minutes, you’re fired. Now get out.” Ertha shut his mouth instantly. Three minutes? His boss just handed him a mission impossible. Without another word, Ertha bolted from the office. Daimon sat down at his desk and powered up his computer. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he accessed the security system. What the hell? The entire Blackwood Corporation’s firewall had been breached. Their security system? Completely down. His eyes darkened. Who did this? Who had the guts to play this kind of game with him?

The sands of Marrakesh were warm, but the fire in Grace’s chest burned hotter. She stood before a digital map projected onto Cassian Black’s grimy warehouse wall, watching the red dots blink one by one. Each dot represented a Ghost Protocol server. Each dot meant another stolen life. Cassian, chewing a piece of dried fruit, pointed to a red pulsing one in Prague. “That’s your target,” he said. “The Black Vault.” Grace narrowed her eyes. “Why’s it blinking?”

“Scorched earth initiated, Zander. The firewall is down. I’m bleeding them out.” On the boardroom screens, billions of dollars began to evaporate in real-time. It wasn’t a transfer of funds; it was a total erasure. Offshore accounts, shell corporations, the Sintek retirement funds, and the Vermon trust—everything was being funneled into a black-hole server that didn’t exist on any legal map. “Security! Cut the power! Get him out of here!” Julian screamed, jumping to his feet. He lunged for the drive, but Zander grabbed his wrist in a grip that made the bone groan.

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.

Finn looked toward his Alpha for confirmation. Brodi fought the urge to growl. He didn't recognize their scents so they could only be from the Blackfoot Pack. "Killian! This must be where his pack holed up. I will kill him where he stands if he has anything to do with this." Finn sent two of his patrol around to flank the guards ahead so they could not escape to warn the rest of the Blackfoot Pack. Once they advised him they were in position, Brodi, Finn and two more of his team trotted up the path. The men jumped out of the trees and pointed weapons at them just as they had expected. Brodi's deep, rumbling growl made every hair on the men's bodies stand at attention. Brodi pushed his Alpha