Novel & Cerita Elite Four Unova Black 2

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I was starting to feel like I was being difficult until Miles led us to a draped area at the very back of the showroom. "This arrived just this afternoon," Ian said with a flourish. "The Aether SV. It’s the first of its kind in the country. Fully electric, zero to sixty in 2.4 seconds, with a bespoke carbon-fiber frame." The car was breathtaking. It was a deep, shifting metallic violet—almost black in the shadows but shimmering like a nebula under the lights. It looked like a piece of the future. "It's incredible," I breathed, circling the vehicle slowly.

As he spoke, his gaze briefly averted to his parents. Belle was now visibly flushed, staring anywhere but at him. Ethan, on the other hand, looked entirely unbothered—almost amused. Neo’s expression remained calm, but his eyes carried a quiet message: *Handle it before we go out.* Then, without another word, he carried Brie toward the door. The moment it clicked shut, silence filled the room. Belle immediately buried her face into the pillow, letting out a long, mortified sigh. Ethan chuckled softly beside her.

He looked at the woods, his face pale, his varsity jacket suddenly looking like a costume on a stranger. "Elara?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "What is that? Why is the sky... breaking?" "Don't look at the sky, Julian," Elara said, her voice dropping into the rasp of the Alpha. "Look at the trees." Emerging from the shadows of the "Perfect Oaks" was the Vantablack Shadow. It was Julian’s silhouette, but stretched and distorted, its edges flickering with high-frequency static. It didn't walk; it glided across the manicured lawn, leaving a trail of dead, grey pixels in the grass. Its eyes were two horizontal slits of Neon-Blue—the cold, unfeeling light of a system that had finally found

Tactical silk woven with concealment glyphs. The third and fourth vehicles had mounted shields on the rear. Not visible to humans, but glowing to me. Arcane rune locks. Emergency realm gates etched into the undercarriage. That level of magic wasn’t street legal even in the vampire world. And still... she had it here. The final car—her ride—was blacker than shadow. Sleek. Sculpted. Marked only with a single Eastern crest. The door opened. Selene stepped inside. And just like that, they were gone.