Cygnus Black Novels & Stories

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

That certainty showed in Magnus' calm smile. "Hello. You must be Cyrus." Cyrus felt no warmth toward him. The man appeared gentle and refined, but after hearing Ilyana's account of the West Ridge Base, Cyrus knew exactly how ruthless he was. "You're the leader of the West Ridge Order?" Cyrus replied evenly, a polite but cold smile on his face. "How should I address you?" "My name is Magnus Blackwell." "Mr. Blackwell," Cyrus said lightly. "What brings you to me today?"

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

“Well… I mean… people talk.” Paulo didn’t respond. Lewis crosses his arms defensively. “I swear, I didn’t know it was him.” Before Paulo could reply, another man walks in and stops at the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and moves with quiet confidence. “Paulo,” the man said. Paulo turns toward him. “What?” “Madam Stygian is awake,” the man answered. Paulo’s expression changes slightly. “That's good news,” he said to the man.

I turned toward the voice and saw my brother approaching us. “Kagin, gather some engineers, trusted pilots, and crew. We’re going on a mission,” Cygnus commanded. I raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s all good—we can leave after final preparations. We’ll use the Tarragon main ship. From there, we’ll explore other planets and analyze which species are compatible with ours.” “Finally! Looks like I can skip sparring and start preparing,” I said cheerfully. “Miracle you convinced the council,” Kagin said. Cygnus sighed and rubbed his forehead.

Chapter 198: The Sky-Fall Protocol The warning didn't come from Vance’s console or the ship’s dying sirens. It came from the stars themselves. The bruised violet sky above Lagos-Aethelgard suddenly turned a blinding, clinical white as six distinct orbital nodes ignited in the upper atmosphere. The offshore cartels had officially given up on asset recovery. They weren't trying to reclaim their investment anymore; they were cleansing the ledger with kinetic rods of solid tungsten falling from the satellite arrays at Mach ten.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

Cygnus intervened, halting the order through the earpiece. "Don't make any more unnecessary sacrifices! If he wants to get into Lion Ridge, let him! The Deca Formation will have a far greater effect than your array of snipers. The moment he enters Lion Ridge, I'll lead the others and leave from the back. He will be trapped inside the formation, and we can call for help!" Cygnus said. Tigor was stunned. "What about the equipment, elixirs, and fountain?" "Those are merely objects. We can retrieve them at a later time, but we can't bring the dead back to life!" Cygnus said with a shaky voice.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

We ate lunch in the quiet room, discussing the witch clans' current state - which was far from ideal. "Break time is over," Susan announced. As Jennifer settled into a holster chair to observe, Susan encouraged me to take deep breaths and handed me a dark stone called the 'Black Night.' Unlike light magic, there were no spells to recite for this one; the magic just came naturally. I held the stone in my left hand and let the power flow through me. The exertion was much less than light magic. It engulfed my palm in black fire, starkly contrasting the tiny balls of yellow light from before. "It seems Leia's stronger in black magic," Jennifer commented. I gave her a puzzled look.