Godzilla: Black Mass Novels & Stories

He is a perfect A student, even a topper in the entire school. His grades have always been perfect and no one can break his record. That makes people envy him but at the same time his arrogance arises a desire in them to kill him. Mr. Gorge smirked while he adjusted his lens on the high bridge of nose. "Zion...." Someone called him but he didn't hear. "Mr. Black?" This time a more formal and stern voice grabbed his attention. Zion lazily looked at him but stayed quiet. He was waiting for Mr. Gorge to speak first. Mr. Gorge gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Black would you mind coming here and drawing the whole nervous system?"

If a lady could remove her top and compromise her modesty for the mission, he should do the same and not slow her down. The black eggs were heavier than they looked and Tracer wheezed as he tried to keep up with Akiko, who gave him signals to follow or stop when they heard the ugly screams of the basilisk. Johan was just around the corner, running and dodging as the two-headed monster insisted on trying to walk through a pillar instead of around it.

Then she pulled out a battered deck of cards, slick with age and strange symbols scrawled across the backs. Inside, the hut was choked with incense and rot. Jars lined the walls, holding things better left unnamed, eyes floating, snakes coiled in cloudy liquid, the husks of spiders. Gideon tried not to gag. “This is madness,” he spat, his voice too sharp. The priestess’s head snapped toward him. Her one good eye blazed with fury. “Madness?” she hissed. “Madness be de white man wid de black heart. Madness build machines of death, clank and scream like devils. Madness chain de babies ‘fore dey cry, breed dem like cattle. Madness call itself savior.”

It was on gold and I knew immediately that it had to do with life and death. I opened it, with my heart beating so fast. I read the address and instantly raised my head. " The Lunar Dominion Pack sent this?" I raised the letter up. " They did, and that's after we came to an agreement on how to end the war" the council leader said. I looked at it and began to read. It was a marriage proposal. What the hell was going on? " A blood marriage?" I raised my head and looked at them. " Yes, that's the only way to save our lives and cheat the curse that has been placed on us. We have to find a way to stop the war, and a blood marriage will be the best, witnessed by the Moon Goddess and done under the

Two massive statues flanked the entrance, shaped like grotesque monkeys, but not the playful kind. These were twisted, horror-born beasts, with bloated bellies, gnarled claws, and gaping mouths filled with jagged, bloodstained teeth. Their black stone skin seemed to breathe, pulsing with a dark red glow beneath the surface. A viscous liquid, thick and crimson, dripped from their jaws, falling to the ground in slow, deliberate plops that echoed like heartbeats. Blood, or something that mimicked it. I flinched and slammed the window shut.

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

They lurked slowly until they came across a pair of feet behind the bushes, black feet. "Oh my God.." Polly said. No, it can't be. Ernest thought. Ernest took the first step, each more hesitant than the last before he finally approached the other side and fell to his knees. This caused Polly and Michael to rush over and gasp. A Black girl with clear bruises scattered amongst her body. Her mouth agape, eyes wide with old tears down her face staring into the sky as if she had asked God for help. To save her. But no answer.

’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.

It was a symbol of wealth and power, something I hadn’t expected from him. Ares returned to his seat, his expression unreadable. He closed his eyes again, shutting me out. I sat there, holding the black card, my mind swirling with questions and doubts. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how little I knew about him. His calm demeanor, his cryptic responses, and now this black card – it all added up to a mystery I was determined to unravel.