Blackstar X Tsubaki Novels & Stories

He started sweeping it over Andrew and said, "The Blackstar Crystal is a unique substance, formed from refined dark energy. Dark energy doesn't mix with ordinary air at all, so anyone who comes into contact with it will carry traces, no matter what. Andrew, I hope you can still laugh once you're exposed." Andrew shrugged indifferently. "Blackstar Crystal? Yeah, I stole it. I'll say it straight to your face. Ezekiel, you and I both know what our relationship is. If anything, I've been polite by only robbing you. If I followed my instincts, I would have killed you outright and sent your head back to your Blue House as a gift." Ezekiel's grin turned into a savage sneer. "Don't worry, Andrew. Th

A few seconds later, a petite woman with jet black hair and huge silver colored eyes answered. “What can I do for you?” She asked brightly. “I’m Rex Callis, Alpha of the Sakura Pack. I’m just here to extend my packs greetings, maybe meet with Tristan, and give him this.” He pulled the small box from his pocket, displaying the offering Makai had given him.

"You already know, don't you? You have to take his heart and have to be on my throne tonight. If you don't succeed, then your heart will be his substitute!" Mizuki, the girl, endured the pain from the strong tug on her hair. He looked at the figure of the young man who did that, the demonic youth he had to serve. Xavier, the demonic figure who bonded with him. Mizuki nodded then suddenly fell as the tug was already released from her hair. He turned his attention away with tears in his eyes. But he immediately wiped his tears, it was inappropriate for a Mizuki to shed tears due to his own stupidity.

[The separate pairs make their way through the beautiful landscape of this bustling city, Kimora occasionally dragging Dantzler into video game along the way and the scene ends roughly 3 hours later with Kimora and Dantzler standing in line for a club named "Black Water Inn" Dantzler: So let me get this straight, the reason you keep disappearing is because your definition is "Timed," meaning there's a set state before it turns off. Okay, that's REALLY hard to understand, but I'll get it eventually. So why don't I always remember you can do that? Kimora: Because unfortunately, I haven't fully mastered that part yet, but screw that noise! Let's go have fun!!! (As she is speaking a woman with l

There is another tattoo on his shoulder, but I can't make out what it is from this far away, His tank top and bag were on the floor. Even from this distance, I see his piercing green eyes flashing at me. My throat runs dry, despite myself. He looks like a Greek god. He smirked at me when he saw me staring at him and turned away to do some pull-ups. Xander Black POV: I usually come to the gym now and then to burn off some anger, but sometimes now and then Ms. bitch ass would be here. I was doing some deadlifts while hearing a playlist but currently playing was "16 Shots" by Stefflon Don it was my favorite song in the playlist called "Tequila Sunrise" it's my all-time go. But when I turned my

TJ stood looking at her with a smile, he looked charming and that smile made him look boyish, a few strands of hair fell across his face, he wore a black jean and a black shirt paired with an ivory colored jacket, he did look dashing and any girl would be smitten by him, but not Mahira “What the hell are you doing here?’ she frowned at him, she didn’t like having men at her place except Tazz, she had already told him to refrain from coming here, yet he stood there towering over her

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

New rich. I follow my lovely partner who sits in a small table in the corner. “On your right.” I hear him mumble with a low voice. I turn and search between five men sitting together until I spot a familiar face. Akiyama Tatsuki. The waiter approaches our table and asks, “Would you like to order drinks?” The Black Tiger points to a drink on the menu card and the waiter stares at me shyly, “Hum, just coke for me. If you have it of course.” I chuckle awkwardly.

I plead. “I Xander Stone…” he chest heaves with another cough as he pauses. “Hereby reject you Tika Heather as my mate…..”. The pain that hits my chest this time takes my breath away. I am unable to hold him of give him comfort as his body contorts and his back bows. Our screams fill the air and it feels like something inside me shreds to pieces. As my dragon howls in my head my senses are blinded as everything goes black.