Godzilla: Black Mass Novels & Stories

’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.

“No, he told me about Akiyama and the company. He also told me what to do, so it wasn’t that complicated.” What I just said made them react in the strangest way possible; Jayden dropped his spoon, Jackson choked on his coffee and Vicky and her boyfriend kept staring at me with wide eyes. I chuckle nervously. “Why are you acting so weird?” “We’re not acting weird!” exclaims Vicky. “The weird thing is that he talked to you!” “Are you sure you’re talking about the Black Tiger?” asks Jackson after taking a sip of water. “That’s impossible!”

Then black. Nothing.

Then he heard it—a deep, rapid rumble, as though something massive was barreling through a tunnel straight toward him. He pulled out his phone and angled the screen as a mirror. The reflection made his pupils contract. A gigantic black mass was bearing down on him. "What the hell is that?" The spiked sphere hurtled closer, far larger than his mind wanted to accept. Keegan dropped low and shot sideways. Buttercup slammed into the spot where he had been and carved a trench several feet deep through the packed snow as if it were loose soil. Keegan exhaled sharply. The black sphere stopped and unfurled in front of him. The rolling mass rose and expanded into a towering black beast, spikes flarin

But first I need to figure out how lethal this black goop is. I retrace my steps back down to the dining room and pick up one of the severed arms off the floor. Might as well put these idiots to some use. I race back upstairs to the bedroom, pull the sleeve off the arm, and toss the arm onto the tar. Within seconds the arm starts to sizzle, and it looks as though the skin is melting off. The smell is seeping through my mask and making me want to hurl, so I take deep breaths through my mouth in an attempt to ignore the odour. I squat down and try to pull the arm back, but it’s stuck to the floor like this black stuff is made of industrial-strength glue.

he replied her in the same tone, the people they followed didn't seem aware of their presence, there were about three figures, all dressed in full black gear, even their heads were of no exceptions of their dressing. One of the figures in black pulled out something from his pitch black bag and carefully set the a rectangular device which emitted a small red light before he began to cover it with sand. The others separated from him, some went towards the city and some went towards the walls of the amphitheatre and began to set devices on them. Neither Amon or Atarah knew what they were setting up but, own thing was clear to Amon. "I didn't recognize it until now, these are humans." He whisper

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

I lock the screen and drop my bucket of Ben and Jerry's ice cream as I walk towards the front door. God I hope it's not George. I'm not in the mood for a conversation right now and I didn't tell George the company I was supposed to get a job at was Killian Black's company. I don't think I'll be able to answer his questions. It's not like I owe him any answers. I unlock the door and pull it open, revealing no other than the devil himself. Killian fucking Black. What's he doing here? How did he find me? And why on Earth is he looking so damn hot in that fine custom tailored suit?