Chat Noir Novels & Stories

And this hotel claimed being a five star. Five star of shit. "I-I can't," I struggled trying to reach the switch whilst tiptoeing and accidentally knocking down some of the conditioners. "Grey, what are you doing?" "Robbing a bank." "Good for you." I heard him say. "I-I can't reach the stupid heater!" I groaned. "Do you need it?" He sounded annoyed. "Yes, yess Sinister." I pouted like a child. He opened the door and stepped into the shower where I was.

Chaos stands tall next to me, his black fur looking like oil in the moonlight. A roar of rage comes from what I can only guess is Ahmet, his surprise attack isn’t so suprise now. I smirk to myself at the thought of his rage. The cars all come to a halt and men start to pile out of them, cocking my gun I remove the other and do the same keeping an eye on the three large Vampire mercenaries that at coming straight for Chaos and myself; Good luck, dick heads, I think as I lift my guns.

Elena whispered breathlessly. But the voices only laughed. At the end of the dark corridor— a door stood slightly open. Black smoke curled slowly from inside the room. Elena froze. The air itself felt wrong here. Heavy. Rotting. Alive. Another violent crash sounded from inside. Then Roberto’s voice growled hoarsely: “Get away from me.” Elena pushed the door open immediately. And stopped breathing. Shadow creatures crawled across the walls. Not fully human. Not fully spirit. Dark distorted figures twisted unnaturally around the room while candles burned blood-red.

The cold Parisian night air hits us like a punch. "That drink could have been poisoned," I finally explain, quickening my pace toward the armored Mercedes already waiting on the curb. My low voice carries the weight of years of training. "What if La Main Noire is watching us? We're walking on Lefèvre territory." Alicia stops abruptly, her silver dress shimmering under the streetlight. Her blue eyes darken with understanding. La Main Noire—"The Black Hand"—is how the French mafia is known on the streets. A network of power that infiltrates every level of Paris, from the chicest cafés to the corridors of government. And Olivier Lefèvre, the supposed boss, is a shadow everyone fears but few tru

The same swinging light bulb waited inside when we pushed the door open. Two men in black hoods stood there. And Mr Havisham. He smiled when he saw us. Chloe was not there. Relief washed over me for one second. “Well well,” Mr Havisham said. “You brought your neighbor. Brave girl.” The two blackmailers stepped forward. One of them took Sarah’s old phone from my hand. The other pointed a gun at Liam. “Give us the USB too,” one said. I gave them the drive Damien gave me. My hands shook badly. Inside my head I thought, This is the end. They have everything now. They will kill us here and no one will know.

" shut your mouth your opinion I don't care make me go out I'd like to play with her too he answered rudely to order him at the end Zayn wasn't surprised his wolf character is always very strong He took off his shirt and pants and it's good that no one is here to see...except maybe the guards Turning to get out his wolf with thick black fur did not bother to get out of the gate, but jumped out of the window to scream Renee in terror when he suddenly came in front of her He let out a sweet voice to smile, whispering "black." The wolf made another sound, to run towards her and jump over her. He laughed loudly from her scream, and she fell to the ground and became above her. As soon as the litt

The figure dressed in black stood, watching, waiting. At the sounds of chatter the figure tilted his head slightly. His dark pupils with a white Iris, saw three figures tumbling through the trees. For a second he contemplated his choice, but decided that in this case dumb was safer. He also considered that theses women had their own vendetta that just so happens to aline with his. The women soon draw near and stopped. "Well do you have it," one of the women, the mother he presumed shakily. A rythmatic chuckle went through. The ladies did not know whether to be scared of it or fall in love with.

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For the next few minutes, I keep trying to rouse my mate out of his state of unconsciousness by calling his name and reaching out for him through our mating bond. Eventually, the door opens, and the tell-tale clacking of heels against the concrete floor fills my ears. Madam Noir steps into my line of vision. She has a nasty black eye, and her right shoulder looks stiff. She's wearing red heels, and her nails are painted red. There's a blank look on her face, but I can feel the hostility oozing from her. Her gaze darkens when it falls on my mate. Her uninjured eye twitches and she heads towards the table, staring at the weapons with a sudden sparkle in her eyes.

I took a jagged breath, focusing on the rhythmic clink of the heavy silver as my brothers and I carved into the massive hazelnut chocolate cake Martha had brought out. It was a Syndicate tradition—the final feast before the crown was passed. Teo, Nic, and I should have been doing this as a unit of four, if the Morettis had a shred of decency left in them. I watched Tatiana, Aienna, and Hria divvy up the slices, their laughter grating against my nerves. My Noir persona was restless, a low-frequency hum of anxiety vibrating in my chest that made me want to push the table over and burn rubber all the way back to the Estate. I knocked back another double of high-end bourbon, hoping to drown out