Blackwater Got Novels & Stories

Doubting if she is even attracted to me. But Naomi surprises me when her next words leave her mouth. " I'm sorry to say this Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines." Damn. Talk about a boner killer.

Reality Two The blackness broke into a jarring scene: the border between River and Rivermirror. Hound’s chest was gaping open, a hole where his heart should have been. He was dragged across the dirt by Argent, a briefcase clutched tightly in her hands. Blood poured into the empty cavity, seeping into the dirt as pain seared through him. Behind them, shadowy figures closed in, their faces obscured. Who are they? The searing pain intensified, his breathing shallow and desperate. The darkness came again.

She didn't understand what exactly was making Sophia cry. "Why is she crying? Was it something I said?" Amaya wondered. "Sophia are you okay? Was it something I said?" Amaya asked worriedly. Sophia wiped her eyes and also told her story. The Don had also killed her parents in front of her and taken her away as captive, or more like the price for what her father owed him. Sophia's eyes suddenly held a dark shadowy glint, void and distant. Amaya quickly shook her back to reality, wondering what had flashed through her mind at that instant.

"The Well." Through the trees, I could see it. The ancient stone circle. But something was wrong. The water wasn't reflecting the lightning. It was absorbing it. Black water. Just like in my vision. We ran the last hundred yards. Slipped and slid down the muddy slope. The Well was worse up close. The water was completely black. It moved wrong. Like it was alive. "What happened to it?" Kael asked. I knelt by the edge. Looked into the darkness.

Because when Dominic Blackwood lets you in… you hold on. No matter how dark it gets.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

"9th and Elm. The 24-hour laundromat. Twenty minutes." Lina sat on a plastic chair, watching the washers spin. The door chimed. Trent walked in, dripping wet, and dropped into the seat next to her. Lina kept her eyes on the glass. "You’ve got a target on your back, Trent." "Then let’s move the target." Trent slid his hand into his jacket and slammed the silver USB onto the vibrating washer. "Gabe’s life is in this metal," Trent whispered. "His raw voice ordering the blackout for Madame Cleo. And the routing path to his offshore cash."

“Thomas Scott maintained blood-safe houses. Places transferred between shell companies so no generation would ever be exposed.” “How many?” “Five that I know of. There may be more.” Liv opened the first folder. “A hunting lodge in the mountains, a closed psychiatric hospital, two port warehouses, and an estate called Blackwater.” Mother went still. “Black water.” “What?” I asked. “Talus opened a crack with water beneath it. I saw it for one second.” Amelie approached the maps, still leaning against Bless. “I sensed moisture as well, but it was not living water. It was a dead ley line.”

I just hoped that they hadn't given me too much of it. I fell to my knees, gasping for air when the Wolfsbane traveled through my bloodstream. "Why are you a Rogue?" I groaned in pain from the wolfsbane, but didn’t answer. "Are you blacklisted? Is that why you won’t talk?" Remembering what Elijah said, I shook my head. "I-I can't g-go back." I said through gritted teeth. Now they'd think that I might be of some value to them after all. I hoped.

That leaves Nate, Jorge, and Elder David as possible financial backers. “Alpha Lord we can see the wheel turning,” Elder David states. “Black Water has been bleeding red ink for about a year. They applied for financial assistance and have been using to make payroll for 11 months. How did Thomas pay for all the rogues?” I ask. “The only werewolves with the money and ambition are in this room right now.” “We had children here,” Micheal Sr looks offended. “Craig, Lance, Nate and Jorge didn’t. But Craig and Lance had young Beta’s here,” Jacob thinks outloud.