Blackfire One Step Novels & Stories

"Show me." I pulled the logs back up, explaining the trace, the proxy layers, the exact point where they'd severed the link. She leaned over my shoulder, scanning the data with a focus that made her look, for a moment, entirely unlike the sharp-tongued woman who'd been teasing me in the hallway ten minutes ago. "You don't need their live connection," she said finally. "You need the last confirmed IP before they scrub it. It won't tell you exactly where they are right now, but it'll narrow down the region enough to work with."

Gone. Zenith gasped. Koa swore. Lucien's expression darkened immediately. And deep inside me, Inferno erupted. The ancient wolf's power surged for the first time since we arrived. "Too late." The words hit like a hammer. The black doorway opened, slowly. And from the darkness beyond it...Something stepped forward. Not a construct, not a projection and not a copy. This thing was real.

She placed it down and smiled towards the boys. No one had noticed me until mother looked up and her hard gaze rested upon me. Shivers ran down my spine when she stalked towards me in slow steps. Her glare was stern and cold. It held hatred. Intense hatred radiated from her. Stephan looked towards me. His orbs shined with darkness. My eyes drifted towards his cheek and there was a red hand print. My hand print. The aggressiveness in his orbs made my hands sweaty. If looks could kill I’d be deep under the ground.

"Alethia, stop!" Olivia appealed, halting immediately as she got to the last step of the stairs. Apart from the obvious, that the situation was escalating beyond what Alethia might be able to handle afterward, Olivia could feel it in her bones that the danger that loomed above was only hanging loosely and waiting for either Alethia or her mom to cut the tiny rope which was barely holding it in place. But Alethia was too annoyed to stop, and her legs were too ahead of her as if their purpose at that moment was to get her out of the house, away from her mom so that she wouldn't consider going back to do what the evil voice in her head whispered the moment she felt the torrent of her mom's hand

I try the basic fire spell, but again, nothing happens. I do it again and again but still get nothing. Just as I was about to give up for the day I try once more and I smile as a small flame starts but then I am distracted as a large black and grey wolf comes running out of the woods and jumps at Imogen knocking her to the ground, landing on her chest and growling low in her face.

I was about to retort when Chris mocked, "Oh, don't be so harsh. He just doesn't want the divorce to go through. There are only three days left, after all." Then he turned to me. "You're embarrassing us men, bro. If it were me, I'd wait until day seven before talking to Ms. Gray." Their friends played along. "Ms. Gray has her husband wrapped right around her pinky. Take some notes, people." The praise was stroking Sonia's ego well. She spoke to me as if she were granting me mercy. "I get it. I'll be home tonight. Leave. You're ruining the vibes." That was not the first time she had said something like that. I used to think nothing of it. But now, for some reason, I hated that tone.

He tapped his fingers lightly against the keyboard. “Let’s see how impossible you really are.” His screen flickered as a program he had spent three months perfecting began executing. Proxy chains activated first. Seven layers. Then twelve. Then twenty. Each route bounced his connection across multiple countries, encrypted tunnels, and dead networks. Anyone trying to track him would see nothing but ghosts. Or at least, that was the idea. Elliot cracked his knuckles and leaned forward. “Phase two.” The first firewall appeared like a digital fortress across his screen. Blackwood’s system wasn’t just layered security—it was adaptive. The firewall changed its own rules every few seconds, shifting

"You little bastard, you got me good!" Black grinned triumphantly as he kept his lips pressed against the skin of his soul mate. He could feel it. She wasn't mad at him, and Bianca was just shocked that she had fallen into his trap earlier by innocently repeating the words he had said. "The third step?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "This is the part where I bite you, Love," he replied as he nibbled on his soulmate's neck. Bianca let out a small cry of surprise and couldn't hold back her laughter. "Bite me?"

“Begin.” The seam split wider and filled with fire. Not Araya’s living, singing Hollowflame. This burn sounded like breath held too long and released through clenched teeth. The heat peeled back the air in thin, clear sheets. Shadows stepped from the walls and waited at a polite distance. “Step in,” the Beast said. “Or leave as you came.” I had left too many things unchanged. I stepped in. The fire did not climb my skin; it crawled in my memory.

He knew this was only the first step-the real fight was yet to come. Skylar stepped forward. Like the others, she moved to the center of the circle. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. First, the wind stirred around her, then the ground trembled beneath her feet. Misty water swirled around her form, and finally, the air grew warmer as flames wrapped around her in vivid orange tongues.