Godzilla: Black Mass Novels & Stories

Now I am looking at the Capo Matteo, the one they call ‘Il Diavolo’ (The Devil), not the fun-loving Matt of 5 seconds ago. “Secondly, you agreed, I didn’t force you, that was our deal, remember? You want out? Tell YOUR family the fucking truth, but punch me again, and I will force you out to use your ‘other’ assets to my advantage, black widow. Don’t forget my generosity and affection have their limits.” He threatens, but I just laugh in his face.

Tessa was barely standing upright when she felt a hand land across her face. Smack! The force of the slap sent her stumbling backward, nearly crashing into her car. Hot tears instantly filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She stared at the woman in front of her in stunned disbelief. Before she could even ask what she had done to deserve such treatment, Diane—Black’s mother and the Luna of the Black Moon Pack, spoke first. Her large green eyes held nothing but disgust as she glared at Tessa. “What the hell are you doing here?”

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.

All of Humanity turns their faces, and their eyes wide open in despair. Thud!! A black gigantic 100 feet humanoid foot thud as it shook the earth from a burning portal, a towering dark image emerges from a dark corrosive smoke with red six eyes gleam from the smoke. Black Death is a 700 feet tall monster. The city skyscraper is but a small object compared to it. Its body is made of black and bright yellow-red flames. Its flames flowed down its body like lava water, it has dark legs and humanoid arms, horns jutting out like a Santa clause reindeer with teeth of a decayed human skull. Dark corrosive steam smoke jotting out of his mouth. It glared at the city in front of it. Black Death could b

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

The glass-and-steel monolith of Black Enterprises loomed over the city like a silent titan, a testament to Damien Black’s obsession with absolute perfection. Inside, the air was pressurized, filtered, and scrubbed of any imperfection. For most, it was the pinnacle of corporate luxury; for Elena, it was a temporary sanctuary from the world’s tinier, eight-legged terrors.

The entire hallway gasped again. Everyone who knew Belle stared at her in utter shock—except for Phil and Shine, who are unsurprised. Meanwhile, Dr. Holly abruptly lifted her tearful face toward the older man, completely confused and horrified. She looked utterly speechless while staring at the powerful and intimidating Chairman of EDV Medical Center— Lucas DelValle. ****😏😳😏😳****

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

"Lagos doesn't do 'stable.' We don't do 'controlled.' We do 'survival.' And this thing? It’s the ultimate survivor. It doesn't want to be a bridge. It wants to be the destination." The black mass began to reshape itself with a sickening, wet sound. It didn't have bones, but it had a terrifyingly familiar structure. It grew taller, its surface shimmering with a thousand tiny, violet eyes that blinked in unison, reflecting my own terrified face back at me. It didn't have a mouth, but the room was suddenly filled with a voice that bypassed the ears and spoke directly into our marrow. "Mother. Father. I am the Debt that cannot be settled."