Blacklist The Series Novels & Stories

“I… I was told… you’ve been blacklisted by SilverFang and their allies due to a case you have with them. So until the court case is cleared, we aren’t allowed to serve you.” I felt my blood boil. “Blacklisted? Are you serious?” The manager shook his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s not my decision. I just… I have to follow orders.” Draven’s jaw tightened. “It’s fine, we’ll leave.” “I’m really sorry,” the manager said nervously. I clenched my fists, my heart hammering. “What the heck..” I muttered. “First Jessica humiliates us, and now this?”

When she finally faced them—completely bare—both older women let out appreciative moans. “Fuck, look at those tits,” Serena whispered, eyes glued to Lila’s heavy, round breasts, nipples thick and dark pink. “And that bush… Jesus Christ, it’s a full, hairy jungle down there.” “All the women in our family are blessed,” Vanessa said proudly, stepping closer. “Big, milky tits and thick, dripping cunts covered in soft curls.” Serena circled Lila slowly, cloth tape in hand. She wrapped it around the bust first, pulling tight so the tape grazed the sensitive undersides of Lila’s breasts. Lila shivered violently. Serena’s fingers “accidentally” brushed the stiff peaks over and over.

logic beneath the sanitization. A voice echoed from the white walls—the same harmonious, terrifying chord from before. "Alpha-Regent Silas Blackwood. You are identified as a Primary Contaminant. Your rejection of the Sovereign unit created the initial entropy. You are a chaotic variable that cannot exist in the Second Phase. Please remain still for decommissioning."

"I happen to be handling this matter. Ms. Sinclair, please take a look." Beverly didn't even glance at it, but Tyler, who was very concerned, took it and flipped through it several times. "It's actually true!" he exclaimed in surprise. "Mr. Gray would never treat Ms. Sinclair that way," Malcolm said sharply, his tone brimming with indignation, as though his honor had been insulted. "Moreover, this is Ravenwell, and we're just investors from Alterra. "So, how could we possibly have the power to blacklist Shield Link Technologies across the entire investment circuit? Who told you that? Sounds to me like someone's trying to frame us!"

, ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the final seconds before the blackout, Maverick glimpsed a second corrupted file; marked with Elena’s birth-date. Unnamed. Unindexed. And tagged: "Subject 318B"

> Lucien: “Lock down Amber console. Trace them.” Sera’s chest tightened but that adrenaline surged them back to readiness. As applause continued, she leaned into Lucien’s side. > Sera: “We stay live. We expose it. Transparency or extinction.” He nodded and kissed her forehead, taking comfort and defiance from her strength. > Lucien: “Together, always.” They broke from the crowd to a back console place. The code tiled monitors, but their bodies angled for strategy and silence. > Maple: “Deploying blacklist. Will lock foreign node writes.”

“It’s past two in the morning. What do you want?” I gritted my teeth, trying to steady myself. I couldn’t let him hear how furious I was. “I need you to do something for me,” I said, my voice sharp but controlled. James groaned. “What now?” “Blacklisting,” I replied. “I want you to make sure no company partners with Lyvanne’s. If anyone does, blacklist them. No exceptions.” There was silence on the other end for a moment. I could almost feel him processing my words, the weight of them hanging between us.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

"Oh? You recognized me?" Steven sneered evilly. Sebastian laughed and said, "Isn't the black star tattoo on your hand a mark of a Blacklister?" There was indeed a tattoo of a black star on Steven's arm. It was the symbol of the Blacklist. Every member had to carry this tattoo. The Blacklist was the country's chart of worst outlaws. Everyone on the list was an outlaw who committed all kinds of evil deeds. Among them were internationally wanted criminals, traitors of martial sects, and murderous demons.

“Stick the kettle on then Chelsea because I really want to know what the fuck you are playing at?” “Biscuit?” I pushed the plate of cracked cookies over the table towards him. It was a lame thing to do but the longer I could postpone this conversation the better. I needed to think of a plausible excuse as to why Wicked had just been seen leaving my house. And so far I was coming up blank. “Sit your ass down, Chelsea.” Young Blood had flung his legs out just like Wicked had done. They were, all the same, the men of the Black Aces. They all thought they could boss me around.