Blackfire One Step Novels & Stories

And within ninety seconds of the initial network ping, it was entirely gone. Inside his private penthouse suite overlooking the river, Damien Blackwood stood perfectly still in front of his secondary glass terminal. The screen cast a stark, monochromatic glare over the heavy muscles of his chest and the sharp, predatory angles of his face. A normal executive would have panicked. A bloodless manager like Rafe Morale would have triggered the automatic compliance alarms and dialed the regulatory authorities. But Damien’s response was entirely operative and ice-cold. He watched the final data packets evaporate into an unindexed Brussels proxy node without a single flicker of hesitation. The raw

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

He is my Stepbrother and I can't loose it just because he said he wants to own me. At this point the reminder in my head was very much needed. “You might want to fight me on this"he said low. "But I know you want me too" His hand came up slow. Fingers tangled in my hair at the nape of my neck as he pushed the strands aside like he was moving something precious. The second my skin was bare, the spot turned warm, his lips had landed right on the curve where my neck met my shoulder. Not hard. Not soft. Just him. Warm, steady, and it hit like a live wire. An electric current shot down my spine and exploded everywhere — behind my eyes, in my fingertips, in the pit of my stomach.

_Aurora’s POV_ The first strike stole the air from my lungs. My fingers curled into a fist as I tried to stabilize myself. Damien paused for a moment, and then my ass was on fire once again. “Two.” I cried out, the sting bringing tears to my eyes. I tried to stay upright, my legs shaking. My back arched away from the whip even though I had nowhere to run. I had my safe word at the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t say it yet.

"The 'Remorse' frequency is becoming too thin. You are starting to 'Accept' your situation, and acceptance is a low-energy state. We need the 'Resistance'. We need the 'Anger'." He tapped a button on his tablet, and the "Simulation Screen" on the wall changed. It was no longer showing the North. It was showing a "Behind-the-Scenes" featurette of the "New Genome" rollout. Silas saw a commercial for ARCHITECTURAL DIVINITY: THE ALPHA SERIES. A human athlete was injecting a vial of "Blackwood Gold" into his arm, his eyes instantly turning a solid, glowing mercury-white as he jumped a twenty-foot wall.

A sleek car was parked right beside the car Mom drove, and the door opened before a guy walked out, dressed in all black with sunglasses on his face. As if sensing my eyes on him, he looked up and we made eye contact for a few seconds before he walked inside. I had the impression that I saw his lips curving, but maybe I got it all wrong. He had to be Jude, my stepbrother. Well, all I could do now was hope that he didn't ask me to bark. Because I definitely wouldn't.

Ren stood still but seemed done—there would be no talking me out of anything I wanted to do. I walked circles for hurried minutes, my eyes trailing along the line of accessories before locking into an angry shade of black. I shifted my gaze immediately but caught it forward, curious. I limped my gaze back and there it still was, that angry shade of black. It seemed to have gotten even angrier, like he was pissed off or something. Unchecked, I granted it my stare. This freak was staring wide-eyed, full of pure, unhinged delight in his eyes.

Aleen POV:: I am on fire. Everywhere. Insatiable. Choked full with lust. White hot and blinding. I stop grinding when I know I am about to tip over the edge. Stephane's breathing gets shallower and shallower, desperate little whimpers escaping him that gives me such an ego boost that my leg muscles refuse to tire out.

Nothing, no scent, no sound, no sign that anyone had entered. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I clutched my pounding head. I staggered to my feet, guided only by the pale moonlight spilling through the window. My body felt like lead, weak, empty, and starving, my throat burned with dryness. I stumbled into the kitchen and drank water. I set the cup down, and that’s when it happened. A sharp, agonizing crack split through my bones, my knees buckled. No. Not again. I screamed as the shift overtook me, my bones twisting, reshaping, skin tearing. The black wolf emerged, ruthless and wild, trapping my soul behind its eyes.

Richard said, staring at her lifeless body. Gregory stared at the body silently, with disgust in his eyes. ***** Gregory and his wolves stood at their positions in the forest. Camouflaged by the green leaves and trees, they waited silently for the black-burn wolves. After a few minutes, the ground was rumbling. As Gregory felt the grounds unrest, he signaled his men, and they all shifted into their wolves. The Black-burn wolves, who had black as night fur and flaming bule eyes, rushed through the path. Gregory and his wolves were hidden, and Gregory howled loudly, sending another signal to all the wolves.