Blackjack Fallout: Equestria Novels & Stories

With the other, she was flat‑palmed against the stone, fingers splayed wide over the central crack, pushing. Cultists swarmed below her, some scrambling to reach the slab, others shying from the unpredictable sparks that jumped along the ruined lines. “Nightfang! Blackmoon!” Jax’s voice crashed over the chaos behind Kael. “Drop them!” Kael barely heard. The world had narrowed to the girl on the stone and the shadow of a knife that wasn’t there. _Not this time._ His stallion hit the broken threshold of the square at speed. Kael’s knees tightened reflexively, bringing the horse up enough to clear a fallen beam and bodies. The instant the hooves touched dirt again, Kael was swinging free, boots

Joseph informed him. Blackjack's anger returned in just one minute, fueled by memories of the past. Even from within Joseph's mind, he felt himself ascending towards the surface. A glance at Malachi revealed his wolf was still contained. "Let's go," Joseph declared, "we have unfinished business to resolve. Nobody survives this time," Joseph stated, a grin spreading across his face as his eyes turned red. With a nod from Malachi, they departed the office, making their way to the fight. ------------------

It belonged to the chaos now. "Come on," I said, grabbing my coat. "Let’s see the look on their faces when they realize their empires are nothing but ghosts." We walked out into the cool night air. The Nightfall Territory was a war zone, the sirens echoing off the dark architecture of the city. We reached the central square. Tristan Blackmoor was standing by his car, his face pale, his hands shaking as he clutched a briefcase. He looked like a man who had realized that no amount of money could buy back his life.

According to the website provided by her friend, she entered the E website. [Jennifer, after you go in, you can contact the people from the Black Emperor Alliance. There are five people in the Black Emperor Alliance, and E is the founder, but the other party may not help you with what you want to do. Find her nemesis, Red Fox, she can help you.] Following the instructions on the website, Grace found Red Fox and entered a message. After waiting for a full five minutes, the other party sent a message, [I've accepted the task, 4 million, transfer it to my card.]

A call across the threads of fate. He would find her. He would claim her and own her. He would uncover every hidden corner of the Bloodfang Pack if he had to. Burn it to the ground if it meant standing in front of her. His mate. His obsession. His Queen. Cassian returned with the keys. “The convoy is ready,” he said. Darian didn’t look at him. He stared instead into the sky where clouds swirled over the forest like smoke from a long-dead fire. His voice was cold. Commanding. Quiet.

I could already feel the bets getting placed. Deciding things were getting too primitive and out of class, I took out my sunshades and placed them over my eyes, reclining. "This is Einsed, a grizzly from the plains of Alaska." the man on the horse said. "And his partner is our second contestant; Zachiel, a warlord from the dark fae kingdom!" On and on they went with the names until Faye's partner was called. A demon named Theon. The rattling of chains ricochetted through the crowd. I took off my sunshades.

three cold words rumble out of Connor's heavy chest before his massive hand flips the cards sitting right in front of his own wrist. The skins on the wood have changed into a Queen and a Jack. No wolf in the hall knows what cards my hand originally held better than me. At the same stamp of the paw, my mind understands why the Ace in my fingers turned into a Queen under his touch. "A straight rules over a triple, pup," Connor rumbles, his voice cutting the air like a knife. "Our pack claims the mountain." Eustace stares in absolute horror at the straight sitting on the wood. His face turns completely gray with rage. He drops heavily back onto his stone bench, his fist slamming the oak table u

He was right. And there was nothing I hated more than admitting he was right about something. “Starting this fall, the trading quota with the Blackwood and Blackfang packs must be reduced. And reduce their funding, too.” I ordered as he raised his eyebrows, coming closer to where I was standing. “Any reason for this?” he asked, his brow raised. I never take such decisions without thinking about it and for now they were both paying for almost costing Katrina’s life. “Yes, when Bianca returns, we should communicate with the Blackfang Pack to cancel her becoming Gamma. Otherwise, if the ugly things she did become known, we are screwed,” He causally said as I nodded my head.