Blackstar X Tsubaki Novels & Stories

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.

And I was the prize. I felt the shift in the air, the familiar, sharp scent of ozone and wet pine. I wasn't alone. "Coming out to play, Xender?" a voice called from the brush. It was Tristan Blackmoor. He stepped into the clearing, his eyes glowing a sickly, predatory yellow. He looked haggard, his fur matted with mud and blood, but his posture was still that of an Alpha. "I’m not playing, Tristan," I said, my hand instinctively going to the hilt of the silver blade I kept hidden beneath my coat. "I’m ending this."

"He arrived at the shower block, Body Space 8. He had more or less resigned himself to the women being old and decrepit and was taken aback to see teenagers. There were four of them near the showers, all between fifteen and seventeen, opposite the sinks. Two of them wore bikini bottoms and waited as the other two played under the shower like otters, chatting and laughing and splashin..." "Nah."Marcus flips the next page. "This wouldn't work for me. I don't want teenagers as my model" Jenifer chuckled at his words and shakes her head as she looks for another scene by another author. "Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

A driver walks around and opens the door and the hatred inside of me grows as I see Xavier Black. Even though he’s in his mid-forties to fifties, he looks good. His tattoos seem to cover his whole body now, his black hair has grown out and now has a few streaks of silver. He looks like he is on edge and is alert as his eyes scan the area. But he can’t see me or sense me. The urge to kill him is strong. I’ll have to come back tomorrow with my bow. I know that I promised Magnolia, but this might be a promise that I have to break.

I asked them, staring them dead in the face. “Do you know who you’re even talking to?” An unknown voice came from the distance. It made me jump. “Dannika, how nice of you to join us.” Talia said, sarcastically. I turned my head, and saw a woman walking towards us. Dannika was tall, golden skinned, with green eyes and reddish brown hair. She was wearing a pair of black tights, and an olive green dressy tunic shirt. She had brown boots and brown leather fingerless gloves. “Declan, where’s my warm welcome, darling?” She turned to Declan, eyes wide and bright. “What do you want, Dannika?” Declan spat, inching closer to me. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Why the hostility, my love?” She asked, p

Tanasha said from the side in a sarcastic tone. They soon came upon the battlefield and couldn't believe what they saw. The sky was covered in a white fog, tornadoes, stone walls, golems and spears tearing the sky apart. Xasha was the most obvious as he had 12 cartwheel sized energy cores strapped to his back. A massive axe-scythe in his hand, he looked like deity coming to cleanse the world of sin. The big Man he faced off against was covered in blood as he had giant wounds across his chest and face.

he said, blooming with familiarity as he stopped in front of him. Taiga looked up slowly, tilting his head, eyes flat behind the tinted lenses. “You are?” Taka feigned offense, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded. “I’m offended. You played my team in the semifinals. If you can’t remember me, you’d definitely remember Midorin.” “Oh. Okay,” Taiga replied flatly, his tone dismissive, but Taka didn’t flinch. He dropped onto the bench beside him, grinning like they were lifelong friends. “Wow, you’re fascinating up close. First time seeing an Elite Prime Luna. Not much difference after all.” He reached forward without hesitation, poking Taiga’s cheek with a finger.

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

She is only mine. Xx____xX