Blackjack Fallout: Equestria Novels & Stories

The witches screamed in fright and one by one, they ran out of the mansion into the flood waters outside. "Alpha, let's go!" My Beta pulled me outside where the water was quickly rising. My Beta shifted and sped off to the gates of the territory. I followed suit and shifted into my wolf, Malachi. As I sped off, I looked back at the mansion. The earthquake had caused it to collapse and topple down. The same with all the other homes and buildings found in the territory.

Taji used his gold dust to speed up, so he could get a better look at what they were seeing. “Shit, we need to hurry up, those are black dragons. If they are here that means they have located the Trifecta. We can't let them take the boys we need to help them.” Taji said calling his sword. “Wait what is a Trifecta, and black dragons have been extinct for thousands of years.” Buttercup said following Taji's lead. She was confused by what she was hearing. First Leprechauns and now the appearance of black dragons both sighting could mean the end for all supernaturals on earth. Buttercup thought as she followed Taj, she knew Taji wasn't telling her everything. She knew him and knew when he was ly

Blackstorm was now in a better place than it had ever been, and they were strong enough to squash any invasion. The happenings of all those months ago now seemed like a distant past. Eleanor had gone back to Jonathan’s packhouse and destroyed his experiments. She also managed to get back the funds that Mia had transferred from Blackstorm’s account to Jonathan’s. She had claimed the territory and turned Jonathan’s packhouse into a Blackstorm fort and training centre. The hybrids had escaped from the region, and she had never heard of them since then.

“Close the door.” I obeyed. “I received another message this morning.” He slid a printed email across the desk. “Read this.” I picked up the paper. Subject: Blood Will Tell “The heir plays while Rome burns. But fire purifies. Fire reveals. Soon, the false will fall, and the worthy will rise from the ashes. Count your days, Blackwood. Count them carefully.” My stomach tightened. This was different from the others. More personal. More direct. “When did this arrive?” “Six AM. Routed through the same encrypted channels as the others.”

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

Chapter 21 Ezekiel had reluctantly returned to his room soon after returning from Patrol and visiting Crystal and her new foals. The black eyed brown coated foal that Ezekiel had named Mahogany shared a heavy vibrancy and quick step with her twin sister a foal he had named Bronze.

Floating on every screen across the stadium—and broadcasting live to three million viewers on the MoonNet Circle—is the crystal-clear, unredacted video of Ezekiel Thornhart secretly drugging Fiona, stealing her access keys, and framing her alongside his mistress. Ezekiel’s goblet slips from his frozen hand, shattering on the stone floor. His face turns deathly pale, his eyes bulging in utter, paralyzed horror. Beside him, his mistress screams in panic as the crowd below turns their heads, ten thousand pairs of glowing wolf eyes locking directly onto Ezekiel with pure, murderous rage. Chief Judge Kelly slowly turns her gaze toward Ezekiel’s VIP box, her face contorted in violent, righteous fu

THE ARCHITECT IS WATCHING. "What did you just do?" Alexander asked, watching the tablet screen go black. "I just started a bank run," Elena said, standing up and dusting off her trousers. "By the time Silas wakes up, his 'Ghost Nodes' will be flooded with fake data. He’ll be forced to move the real money to protect it. And when he moves it, we’ll be waiting at the finish line." "And where is the finish line?" Elena looked out toward the horizon, where a small, unmarked black freighter was steaming out of the harbor. "The Black Site. Silas’s private sanctuary. He thinks it’s his fortress. I’m going to make it his tomb."

"Leo... what on earth was that?" Leo’s silver fur stood completely on end. His usually playful, mischievous eyes had become deadly serious, reflecting the ominous crimson sky. *Fenrir.* Aiden swallowed hard, his throat dry. "The Beast of the Eclipse." "Can Dad beat him?" Leo hesitated, his ears twitching as the distant thundering approached. Then, he answered with brutal honesty. *I don't know, Aiden.* Outside the eastern gates, the very earth began to tremble violently. Towering pines snapped like fragile twigs under an immense weight. A thick, suffocating wall of black mist rolled aggressively through Blackthorn Forest, swallowing the terrain and snuffing out the light in its path.

As they approached the sacred grounds, the air seemed to hum with a palpable energy—an anticipation of the discussions that would shape the future of their kind. The entrance to the elders' sanctum loomed before them, adorned with intricate carvings that told the tales of generations past. Seraphina, her scarlet eyes glinting with a mix of reverence and determination, led the way. Adrian, his werewolf features a testament to the unity forged in recent battles, followed closely, while the hybrid child walked beside them, a living symbol of the prophecies that had unfolded.