Blackhat X Demencia Novels & Stories

"Dr. Karl is on his way... Meet Dr. Veronica, she is an excellent doctor and has more experience than Dr. Karl... I thought we should get her consultation on Mr. Dominick's health... We will be benefited by her expertise." He replied nervously. Anamika looked at Veronica and just nodded. "I want my son to be normal... Just check on him." She ordered. Veronica didn't say anything, not sure if they know her. She was wearing a mask so she was hidden but she was scared. For a second she thought, she should have listened to Mila. She thought she wouldn't encounter Marinos in such a big country but here she herself entered their den. She checked Dominick's medical documents and x-ray. His brain wa

It was a signature that shouldn't have existed. With a hollow sensation opening up in his chest, Damien routed the string through his private offline database—the raw, unpurged corporate archives that his father, Victor Hawthorne, had tried to scrub from existence thirteen years ago. The server fans whirred, a low, anxious hum vibrating through the mahogany desk. Processing query... Decrypting legacy metadata... Match found. A single name resolved on the screen in stark, unblinking white font. User ID: Wei Chen Status: Terminated / Blacklisted (March 11, 2011)

Damien: "Remember, you have to stick to the 'rape' accusation. It's a mandatory death sentence from the Council. Even if Raven survives, she'll be skinned alive." Selena: "So what's the deal after it's done?" Damien: "Relax. I've already sold the Group's core secrets to a rival Pack. Once she's dead, the stock will plummet, and we'll carve up Blackstone." Selena: "You'd better keep your word. I have recordings of you embezzling those funds, you know." The recording stopped abruptly. The hall was so quiet you could hear the mechanical whir of camera lenses focusing.

Phoenix The air in the black market was thick with the scent of desperation and greed, a mingling of sweat, smoke, and the sharp tang of illicit transactions. Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, ex-military captain and now the formidable head of La Nera Bratva, navigated the labyrinthine alleys with the ease of a man who had long ago made his peace with the shadows.

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

"I'm leaving you a choice, Isla. Take the money and walk away. Or take the Registry and finish what I started." The video cuts to a schematic. A blueprint appears on screen. Zurich Credit Bank. Sub-basement level. A vault within a vault. Hidden. Unlisted. Illegal. Patrick's voice plays over the schematic, a ghostly narration. "This is the brain of the Black Swan. Destroy it, and you kill the network." The video ends. The screen goes black. I sit there for a moment, the hum of the laptop fan loud in the quiet room. I close the laptop. I look at Gabriel.

Draco stated. "I don't know about going with the initial plan but what I do know is that we need to do something and we need to do it fast. These people may look like us but they're not exactly like us. I'm not trying to underestimate us or anything but compared to them, I don't think we're strong enough. From what we've observed, they are very fast, just like we are but a lot faster, they also heal fast like we observed from the captive and they have weird teeth that helps them drain out a person's blood in mere seconds. We know the sun hurts them but other than that, we don't know what else can actually hurt them," Kira spoke up and everyone else in the room sighed. "Where is Damien?" Kira

And I'm going to make you regret ever meeting me in the first place. This will be all for now. If you're wise, you'll tell that PI of yours to stop investigating. He won't find shit on me. I made sure of that. And before you even decide to talk to Russell, he doesn't know me and he hasn't even seen me before. (evil laughter) So tell Liam to back the fuck off or I'll do something you won't ever see coming. Take care, my darling Mr. Black. Our baby needs you to be healthy and capable. Okay? BTW, have fun at your brother's wedding. You'll need all the strength to go through his wedding without trying to rip your own hair out.

Norman waved a hand impatiently at Martha. Martha lowered her head quickly and left the study. "Mr. Ballard, tell me the truth. Can I be saved?" Norman asked nervously. Sebastian turned to look at Lyanna and asked, "What's the black pus on Mr. Nichols Senior's neck?" "Demon maggots!" Lyanna answered without even pausing to think. Demon maggots? There was a ringing in Sebastian's ears. He had seen records of those in the Sacred Medicine Secret Annals. They were things that would only appear on evil ghosts or in areas where dark energy was very strong.

The air tornado around me calmed down and disappeared, but my chest was still heaving as I looked at Lucius in disbelief. “I was bound to kill him, Patrea. I just made it sooner.” He said this as our eyes locked, his orbs still blazing red. “Don’t judge me, Patrea.” “You don’t understand, Lucius.” “What do you mean?” “He’s not Alastor,” I said in a throaty voice. My throat felt so dry. “What?” Lucius’ forehead creased as his gaze shifted back and forth between me and the dead demon on the ground. “This demon is covered with black magic, so black that I couldn’t breathe while I tried to reach the source of the magic.”