Chat Noir Novels & Stories

His aura was wrong, calculated, cold. Izora instinctively stepped back, her hand brushing the wall behind her for something solid. She’d seen him before. Not often. Always with Kaiser. Always silent. “Who are you?” she asked. His lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “If you must know,” he said, voice calm but condescending, “which is none of your concern… I’m Claude. Though some prefer to call me the Black Hole.” Izora’s chest tightened. She’d heard of that name. A whisper in the criminal underworld. An assassin known for one thing: leaving his victims with a hollowed chest where their heart used to be. She had thought it was a myth. But standing in front of her was the myth

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

It will only make you vulnerable, Noir warned, her voice growing distant as Laila grabbed her keys and headed back to the elevator. Laila ignored the protest. She drove aimlessly through the city until she saw the flickering sign of a bar tucked between two warehouses. It was called The Den, a dark, gritty hole in the wall that looked like the last place anyone would look for a Wolfe. The interior was thick with the smell of stale beer, cheap tobacco, and the underlying pheromones of low ranking wolves and humans. Laila walked straight to the bar, her heels clicking against the sticky floor. She felt the eyes of the room on her, a woman in an expensive silk dress was a target here, but she d

They left the hotel in silence, their hearts heavy with a strange foreboding. Once in the car, Mégane didn't waste a second. She pulled out her laptop, inserted the USB key, and the video started automatically. On the screen appeared the hotel lobby entrance. Chantelle entered, her eyes hesitant. Raphina approached her, looking concerned, almost protective. Then he touched her. A shiver ran through Mégane. Rhonda, meanwhile, smirked.

The Chief nodded grimly. "That's putting it mildly, CEO DelValle. To be completely honest, I've spent years hoping to catch him. And if fate is kind enough to let him resist arrest when that day comes..." His jaw tightened. "I might not be too disappointed." The room fell silent. "He slaughtered innocent people without remorse. Men, women, even children. There isn't a shred of humanity left in him." His gaze drifted toward the crime scene photographs spread across the table. "He's completely heartless."

Unfortunately for Ran and I, we have to drink longer seeing as how I have the 10 of spades and Ransom has the ten of clubs while Angel has the 3 of hearts and Shadow has the 3 of diamonds. We keep going until I’m the first one to run out. I frown at my peanut butter whiskey bottle being empty. You would have thought Sidhe would have been out first since he purposefully kept not calling Fox ‘dealer of death’, but nope it’s me. Well fuck a duck, this is not how I was expecting the night to go.

Lights were on but nobody was outside. Choteau was one of those sleepy little towns where, after the sun went down, the residents were either at home watching TV or they were at one of the local bars soaking up a tomato beer with lots of salt. Since the curtains were closed on both houses, she decided it was safe. She got out of the truck and pulled the backpack out with her. She casually walked to her front door, unlocked the deadbolt and pushed the door open wide. She stepped aside as if to check her mailbox on the side of the house, when she felt, rather than saw, Damien shoot past her.

One could tell it was dangerous. Suddenly two shadows emerged from the dark five steps from where she stood. She step back watching the two shadows cautiously. "No!" One of the shadows cried. Its voice covered with fear. The other shadow took out something that looks like a gun and pointed it at the other one. "This is my parting gift for you." The shadow whispered before pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the whole place, taking away the stillness of the night.

Austin I am awakened by shouting at my door. I jump out of bed and grab my Glock 18 from the nightstand next to my bed. I am delirious from lack of sleep. After Shane, Max and I got back from my mom's house late, I had to speak with Chance on meeting up with Snake. I want him and Cage to go with me. Cage is a lethal mother fucker. He would be a higher-ranking member but his temper gets a little out of control sometimes. It may be a little dangerous bringing him but if shit hits the fan he is who I would need next to me.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.