Blackfire One Step Novels & Stories

And slowly, something starts to come out of the ashes. A black creature with black fur and red eyes. No bigger than any of the logs. Limping out of the brick fireplace and letting out small coughs like a little child. It's a Rogue. A baby. A pup.

My tiny frail voice called out for help but all I was replied with was the sounds from my own voice that echoed around me in plain mockery. The sudden footsteps I heard approach me from all around in the dark like an army of a thousand men combined in the footsteps of just one man got my chest beating too hard that it became so hard to breathe. I could see no one but I could feel myself along with the chair get tilted behind and suddenly, an all to Bright ray of light dropped down from above me unto the face of my captive I couldn't see with how blinding the lights were but it didn't stop me from noticing the same pair of Grey eyes that belongs to the monster I'd known.

I muttered under my breath. "Well, your future father is an alpha. I'm sure you must have heard about our new alpha. He has a child a year older than you." I stared wide-eyed at my mom. "He will also go to the same school as you." My mom spoke casually without noticing the look on my face. I couldn't believe I would have a stepbrother and stepfather of much higher status than me. They were the alpha, and I was the omega in this house. Imagining what kind of pressure I would face when facing them scared me.

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.

He stood there on my steps with the twilight carving shadows into the hollows of his face and his hands curled at his sides and I could see the war happening behind his expression, the part of him that wanted to push and the part that knew pushing would prove everything I'd just said about him. "Walk away," I said quietly. "Go back to your mate and your house and your life. Leave me to mine." He didn't move for a long time. His breathing was controlled but too fast and I could feel his wolf pressing against the edges of the bond, reaching for Storm the way smoke reaches for open air. Storm held still inside my chest. Rigid and burning but silent. Then Dante stepped back off the porch. His ey

“Don’t lecture me like you’re better. You’re not better. You’re filth, Damien. You’ve always been filth.” My vision tunneled. My chest pounded. And before I knew it, Stephanie was there...her smug face, her existence like a trigger I couldn’t pull back from. My hand shot out, wrapping around her throat. She gasped, nails clawing at my arm. “Speak,” I snarled, shaking her. “Say it now! Tell me you ruined me. Tell me it was you. Maybe if you and that bastard child die, I’ll finally get peace!”

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

I cursed. “Boss, Besides your seat there is one black file which has all details of Matteo's income as well as his all support,” Brendon said, his gaze on the road. “So what Stephen wants to do with this file,” I said, opening the file. “If you want complete Italy under you. You have to first step on Matteo, each word was said by Stephen” Brendon said. “That fucker always has to challenge me,” I said, engrossing myself completely in the file.

Once there, the session could take on a life of its own, Ponds warned. But all Michelle had done while under was mutter things about falling, endlessly falling. Gibberish about having a twisted spine, and her flesh and bones melting; a body ravaged by fire, leathery, with black fibers running riot throughout it. She had actually used those words: BLACK . . . FIBERS . . . RUNNING . . . RIOT, speaking in a flat, monotone voice that was more than a bit spooky. Something TATTERED and ANCIENT, which felt CORRUPTED and DISEASE RIDDEN to her.

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!