Goten Black Novels & Stories

All that was left were donut holes and cake pops. "I think I took the last one," a silky, deep voice said behind me. I knew exactly who it was. Hunter Meade, the Beta of Black Moon. He was considered the pack’s bad boy, and, from his looks, he could get away with anything. He wore a tight navy-blue shirt that showed off his muscled arms, toned chest, and a nice six-pack. His blonde hair was slicked back, showing off his electric blue eyes that fit his perfectly chiseled face.

‘Black magic,’ Dowen growled through the mindlink, his voice laced with disgust. I crouched again, studying the scorched mark seared into the rogue’s chest. It wasn’t just a symbol, it was a ritual. “Is this what I think it is?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at the jagged shape. Draven gave a slow nod. “Yes. Black magic.” I straightened, my jaw tightening. “How the hell did this get here?” “Where exactly did they find him?” I asked, my voice low. “On the outer edge, past the third border line. Our patrols almost missed it, the body was hidden beneath a thicket,” the Gamma answered.

Coco was merely not as fair as Keegan, but she was not considered dark-skinned. That mouth of his was ruthless even to little girls. Keegan took out his phone and showed a picture to Aldor. Aldor's body immediately tensed up. Keegan raised his gaze and his hand to make a zipping gesture around his mouth. He then raised an eyebrow and asked, "Understand?" Aldor nodded his head profusely. Keegan put his phone away and snuffed out his cigarette. "Get in the car to rest for a while. Send her back once day breaks."

After a secret engagement with Black Wesley, the young alpha of the black moon pack, Tessa discovers that the man she loves is getting married to his childhood sweetheart, Elsa. Unable to accept the truth especially after finding out that she’s pregnant with his child, Tessa desperately tries to speak to him, hoping he would choose her. Instead, she is publicly humiliated, rejected, and banished from the pack, leaving her homeless and broken. Five years later, their paths cross again. Only this time, Tessa has become someone he no longer recognizes. And by her side is a five year old daughter who looks just like him.

Magnolia shook her head. “Bryst said that it was not a bedtime story, but the legend of one of our ancestors.” Killian lay on his elbows and looked to the clear sky. “Hundreds of years ago, there was a boy, Gelan Gottanlich. From a young age, he showed great potential, and everyone said that he was probably the strongest Gottanlich in history. They were right. Gelan was the strongest pureblood in the history of Malorenia, not just in the Gottanlich family.”

Curt elbowed him, hard. Gretorian ignored them. His gaze pinned me again. “Very well. A deal is a deal. You want to know who hides behind the killings. Who wants your Honshu.” “Yes,” I said. He stepped closer. Too close. His hand lifted again, this time tracing lightly along my jaw. I held still, refusing to flinch. “It isn’t a man,” he said. “It isn’t a beast. It is a shadow. A fallen god. You carry his consort’s soul, Honshu. That black wolf of yours, Sheetal—she once belonged to him.”

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.

His ash-gray eyes flared with a blinding, terrifying ring of molten gold, fixing instantly on the figure standing in the doorway. "Seize him!" the alpha’s voice roared, echoing off the high stone ceiling with a lethal, commanding force that made my knees shake. Half a dozen armed guards drew their silver-forged blades and rushed forward like a pack of hunting wolves closing in on their prey. The cloaked stranger didn't even flinch. He let out a low, musical chuckle that carried clearly across the silent hall. With blinding, unnatural speed, he whipped back his cloak, his hands moving in a fluid, complex motion. A sudden, blinding flash of brilliant blue light—the exact same color as the heal

“I’m sure he wasn’t all that bad.” “Then you’re a fool!” Sebastian snaps in response and Jonathon shakes his head. “You didn’t know him the way I did.” Sebastian’s bedroom door then squeaks open, revealing his cousin, Trent Corona. A handsome, black man in his late thirties and the fashion sense of a twenty-year-old. “Yo, cous, where you put all the good shit, bruh?” He walks into the room and Jonathon squirms internally when he sees Sebastian’s frown.

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||