Blackhat X Demencia Novels & Stories

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.”

is he making a v-video now? “Hey, Eunice give us a sexy dance there, give us a good sample woahhh!” Natasha shouted. I heard my other classmates laughing. I wiped the tears on my cheek. “Didn’t you hear what Natasha said?!” “Eunice--what the hell are you doing to her?!!!” I suddenly heard Celine’s voice. I saw her running to me, she pushed Reymark and Erwin... “F*ck off you son of a bitch!!”

Horror filled them, except Slaemann who savored the spectacle with relish. ‘This is the crib of the damned’ intoned the guardians. ‘And why the hell is the hell of murder our stop. The crib of the damned souls. The volcano! The damned. Pray he wasn’t a whitewashed tomb lest we might spend longer years here.’ they panicked ‘But he’s never harmed anyone.’ Emre tried to explain

“Sir, there’s a problem.” Damien’s brows furrowed. “What is it?” Lucas hesitated. “Adrian… he’s fighting back.” Damien’s grip tightened around the edge of the desk. “How?” Lucas swallowed. “He’s not just playing defense. He’s counterattacking.” Sienna felt a chill run down her spine. “What do you mean?” Lucas handed Damien a tablet. The screen was filled with a new headline. DAMNING ALLEGATIONS AGAINST DAMIEN BLACKWOOD—A HISTORY OF CORRUPTION?

I said when he answered. “Xander? What’s going on? I saw security running—” “They took her.” Silence on the other end. Then, a sharp intake of breath. “Who?” “Her stupid Ex. And a hit squad.” “I’m coming,” Damien said instantly. “Where are you?” “I’m heading to the car. Christian is tracing a digital lead. Damien… I need you to do something for me.” “Anything.” “Go to the penthouse. Get the file in my safe marked Black. It has the contact list for the cleanup crew we used in ’08.”

The kitchen was a madhouse of clattering pots, shouting cooks, and the heavy, rich scent of roasting garlic and bubbling broth. I stood at the long wooden prep table, mindlessly slicing carrots until my hands moved on their own, completely detached from my racing thoughts. The encounter in the basement cellar with the alpha still hung over me like a dark cloud, making my skin prickle with leftover irritation and unease. Stay away from the eastern gate.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

She must save her granddaughter from the same fate that claimed her father. The Jacksons share a common trait: a relentless, unyielding stubbornness. Granny Minama knew this too well. It’s why she regretted ever introducing Demika to the cursed Book of Shadows and leaving her alone with it. The darkness had been calling to Demika, whispering in a language only she could hear, pulling her deeper into its abyss. Granny Minama could see it in her granddaughter’s eyes—eyes now as black as the void, reflecting the demonic forces that sought to devour her soul.

His eyes are completely black and his skin has a clammy, yellow hue to it, almost as though the body has already died. "Zull," my brother wastes no time, "tell us what the Demons want with Skylar Bennett." Laughter explodes again, echoing off the metal walls, and he smiles, winking at me. "It's a secret." "Zull, I command you to tell us! Now!" Zack's voice has a more authoritative tone than I've ever heard.

"Rhema is a saint, I tried to warn him about Malik. I tried but I couldn't do it, I ran out of time and they got to me" She wasn't making any sense "Malik? What does he have to do with it? I know he was there but why was he there?". "He was jealous, and he wanted to say his skin". "How?" My phone started ringing and I cussed. "Mofe", Lola said before disappearing leaving me alone in my darkness with the light bulb above me existing. "Check the f******k group!", she said and I laughed. "Why?" "No need then, I'll just have to give you the gist myself, nudes leaked"