Blackfire Novels & Stories

Victor’s face was unmistakable, but the others in the picture were unfamiliar. “What is this?” Olivia asked. Victor’s expression darkens. “It’s a warning. These people... they’re part of the Black Phoenix network. This photo must’ve been taken years ago when I was still trying to dismantle their operations from within.” Olivia frowned. “Why would they send this now?” “To rattle us,” Victor said, clenching his jaw “They want us to feel miserable, to doubt each other. But I won’t let them win.” Despite Victor’s reassurances, Olivia couldn’t shake the unease that settled over her. That night, as they lay in bed, she clung to him tightly, her body seeking the comfort and warmth of his.

Author's POV Her hands trembled as she told everything to the police officer. He was paying attention to her. "I am scared... They both blackmailed me!" She told him about everything. Right from Zen to her current husband. "Calm down, Ma'am... You are shaking..." He replied. "Genna... Give her some water..." "No! I don't want water... Please file F.I.R against him... You don't understand, he is dangerous..." She sobbed. "He has my brother..."

I spat, tasting copper on my lip. "I built a foundation," he corrected sharply. "The Blackbriar network, running autonomously from Svalbard, doesn't hate humanity. It doesn't love it, either. It simply calculates outcomes. It diverts funding away from proxy wars before they start. It flags corrupt officials before they sign the contracts. It creates a quiet world." "A world run by you," I said. "A world run by math," he countered. "And now, the final variable needs to be cleared."

The final block highlighted itself in stark red, impossible to miss. UNAUTHORIZED BREACH ATTEMPT — LA PERLE NOIRE STUDIO SERVERS SOURCE IP: 72.14.201.XXX REGISTERED TO: F. WAHLBERG — PERSONAL DEVICE ATTEMPTS: 47 STATUS: BLOCKED. LOGGED. FORWARDED TO REINHARDT LEGAL. Silence slammed into the library so hard I almost felt it in my teeth. Fiona’s face drained of color so fast the diamond combs in her hair looked suddenly too bright, too sharp against the sudden pallor. Her lips parted. No sound came out. The smugness was gone, replaced by something raw and cornered.

"You're burning the candle at both ends, Toby. You're living two completely different lives, and it's tearing you apart. During the day, you pretend you're nobody so your dad and Calvin don't track you down. And at night, you're practically running the financial backend of my entire company. It isn't sustainable." A sudden, sharp sting hits the back of my eyes. Tears burn against my eyelids, hot and unexpected. I swallow hard, forcing the lump in my throat back down, brushing my sleeve across my eyes before any tears can fall. "I don't know how to be anything else, Aaron," I whisper, my voice cracking on the last word. "Toby..." "Every time I look at those spreadsheets, every time I fix a fo

Every violent spark reminded me of the feral fire in her silver eyes when I had pinned her to the vanity. Wait. The memory glitch made me falter. Why was the fire in my mate's eyes overlapping with the fire in Valeria's? I was losing my fucking mind, trapped in a psychological hell between a ghost I couldn't find and the untouchable contract bride sitting in my estate. I swung the hammer down with a feral, primal roar, burying the glowing steel deeper into the anvil. “Alpha Blackwood.” A booming, highly disciplined voice cut through the ringing in my ears.

"The door is open." Green code cascaded down the monitor. Noah Kim slammed his palms onto the keyboard, the rapid clacking echoing inside the concrete safe house. Lina Rossi stepped closer, tossing a cup of lukewarm coffee onto the desk. "Talk to me, Noah. What’s hitting us?" "Some asshole is dropping high-frequency data strikes on our infrastructure," Noah barked, his fingers hitting the keys. "A ghost terminal is tearing through the deep web, going straight for our core financial servers." "Can you track the source?"

Elliot leaned forward slightly. His heart nearly stopped. Displayed on the screen was a recording of a computer interface. Lines of code. Proxy routes. Firewall breaches. Elliot instantly recognized the system being infiltrated. Blackwood Technologies. His mouth went dry. “That’s…” Elliot began. The man finished calmly. “Last night’s intrusion.” Elliot’s brain scrambled for a response. “N-No idea what that is,” he said quickly. The man simply watched him. Not angrily, just... observing. The silence stretched.

he murmured. Not Damian. Never Damian. He closed the folder and returned it to the drawer. Outside the office windows, the city continued its ordinary rhythm. But within the next few hours, the first headlines began appearing online. Financial Herald: BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES SECRETLY REOPENS HOSPITAL FIRE INVESTIGATION Global Business Watch: REGULATORS QUESTION BLACKWOOD’S PRIVATE INQUIRY INTO DEADLY HOSPITAL FIRE Market Pulse: IS DAMIAN BLACKWOOD HIDING SOMETHING FROM AUTHORITIES?

If Blackie admitted to seeing and recording it all in his memory, wouldn’t his host flip out of embarrassment? Blackie internally nodded his head. Yep, better not tell him. Especially now when his emotions are already so volatile. “What exactly are you referring to? I have a mature content filter installed for the sake of protecting my host’s personal privacy. All I saw was a mosaic…” Blackie bullshitted without so much as a stutter.