Fanfiction The Blacklist Novels & Stories

He is in my room and the next move of mine shocked him to the core. ............................. Will Aarav realize Ahana loves him and all this is the plan to seduce him? Hope you liked the chapter. Do let me know in the comments. Take care.

She said, "That's my family's last name. It's unlikely you've ever heard of it. May I know where I am? Now, where is this place?" The king responded, "now you are in the realm of Black Mist. This is my kingdom, and I am the king of this realm of black mist. My name is Everett Black Draco, and this realm is also a Vampire kingdom." Hearing the words from him, Tazaana could say nothing, out of shock. Xavier said, "Your Majesty, what should we do with her?" Everett replied, "She was imprisoned." Tazaana interrupted, "What have I done? Why am I imprisoned?"

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

The edges crumbled under my fingers, and I unfolded it carefully, afraid it would turn to dust. The handwriting was Marcus's—sharp, precise, each letter pressed deep into the page, as if he had known the paper would be his only legacy. I read it aloud, my voice echoing in the silent chamber. "I, Marcus Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood pack, confess to the following crimes: I made a bargain with the Lycan king. I gave him the bloodline of Kaelen in exchange for power over the shadow. I bound the shadow to the hybrid child, Ravenna, knowing she would one day wake it and become its vessel. I built the prison beneath the mountain to hold the king's enemies and feed them to the darkness. I kille

"Oh? You recognized me?" Steven sneered evilly. Sebastian laughed and said, "Isn't the black star tattoo on your hand a mark of a Blacklister?" There was indeed a tattoo of a black star on Steven's arm. It was the symbol of the Blacklist. Every member had to carry this tattoo. The Blacklist was the country's chart of worst outlaws. Everyone on the list was an outlaw who committed all kinds of evil deeds. Among them were internationally wanted criminals, traitors of martial sects, and murderous demons.

“And feral men stop thinking.” I walked toward the door. “We need him thinking,” I added. “Desperate. Cornered. Weak.” Because when Damian Blackwood breaks… The fall will be spectacular. And Elena? She will finally understand why men like us never love without consequences.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

May’s screen activated: NEITHER DO I. Tess: “Continuance has no record.” Catherine: “I have never seen it.” Silence: “Not old universe.” Root whispered: “Then it may not belong to reality.” Dawn looked frightened. “What does that mean?” No answer. Then a new text appeared. Not Continuance formatting. Not Genesis. Not Root. Not Witness Archive. Plain. Black letters on white. ELENA BLACKWOOD — PROTAGONIST Elena stopped breathing.

But instead of making her way to the door, she leans in , her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers running down my spine. “Delphinium isn’t just about power. I’m sure you know that already.” She whispers. “it’s not just a project. It’s a means to an end. Carl’s been using it to blackmail people. People who should’ve been untouchable. I’ve seen the files, Sky. I’ve seen the lists. Your name is on one of them.” “It’s on the blacklist.” She hisses. My heart stops for a beat, I feel the room spin around me. “What?” I whisper, barely able to process her words. “What the hell are you talking about? What blacklist? My name?”

"Ms. Aled knew what she was getting into when she signed up as their spy." "I know, but still…" My heart wasn't agreeing with it. Anya couldn't be this evil. There had to be some deep reason if she was. I almost gasped as a thought occurred to me. I sat up straight and speculated, "What if the Blacklist gang is blackmailing Anya?" "Their gang is dead now. Most members died, and the rest fled." "But there could still be other members out there." "Sure, there can be. But they would be powerless against us."