Blackstar X Tsubaki Mga Nobela at Kwento

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The timid Xavia grabbed Zivon directly as she jumped on him. She was walking behind him just now, so as soon as she jumped, she jumped onto his back directly, like a koala bear who was lying on his back. Zivon was speechless. How old was she? She was still so childish? The light in his hand moved and shone brightly on the moving object. “Woof!” A dog barked. “It’s Blackie.” “…” Xavia opened her eyes and looked at the big and black Blackie who was sitting on the ground. Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. She was extremely embarrassed!

Talis’s POV The moon’s cold kiss grazes my bare knees as they sink into the damp earth, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. I’m kneeling in a forest clearing, surrounded by the Blackshaw pack, my new mate’s piercing iceblue eyes pinning me from across the circle. Dayne Blackshaw, my stepbrother and the ruthless alpha I’m now bound to, watches me with a hunger that makes my wolf stir, a forbidden spark igniting where fear and fury collide.

I stayed close, a strong wall of muscle and tattoos, keeping the rest of the world away from him. The cafeteria was loud with chatter and confusion, but our corner was calm. It was that quiet moment just before something big happened, like a riot or a revolution. "I'm not going to hurt you, Toby," I said, my voice was messed up. "I promised you that." He didn't answer. He couldn't. But for the first time, he didn't look like he was trying to run. He just looked... tired. ‘He’s beautiful,’ I thought, the realization like a surprise punch to the gut.

Nico retorted. “Tell us your name, your pack, and why did you go feral?” If we keep him inside our sanctuary, we should at least be sure that he will not attack any of us anytime soon. Or, we can just pump some silver into his veins. He scowls after drinking the tea in one go, then ruefully shakes his head. “My name is Sebastian Black, and you can call me Seb. I’m afraid I cannot tell you more than that,” he declared.”

I retorted. “Shut up, fucker ! Stop being a pussy. I wanna go to the club and I will keep singing in your head till you don’t concede,” Dexter yapped. “But then you can refuse right now so that I keep singing your favourite song all week and you know which one am I talking about,” he further blackmailed with a sly grin. “Worst lycan ever,” I muttered under my breath. “Is that a no that I heard ?” Dexter smugged.

Luckily, Lanton is not in any of my classes, which is a huge relief to me. I manage to concentrate in class just fine, but right at the end of class, I see him again when I see the driver already standing in front of the school with that ridiculous flashy limousine, the driver, one of Lestari's gangsters, is standing there, waiting in a robotic way, probably regretting joining the mafia. I bet if he had known before that he would be babysitting the boss's son, he wouldn't have joined.

Making Koishi turn his gaze towards the source of voice rubbing his eyes feeling the black dots forming in front of his eyes. “Ah fuck the sun my eyes” rubbing his eyes once again hearing the small meow opening it just to see Takeshi who has the small black kitty “Meet my new friend Daisy” Takeshi smiles holding the little black cat in his arms.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to