Headmaster Black Novels & Stories

Seeing Jaxon and Mia looking like they glue each other, Rey glared at Gavin who looked innocently at everyone. “Blacky is not wrong, he just wants to play. You know already, he likes women,” said Gavin which made all the men there snort in disapproval. “I told you to keep the snake in his cage, Gavin,” Gideon hissed. “Imagine if it was Kalista, she might give birth prematurely.” All the men there shuddered at the thought of Kalista with her big belly climbing a chair and running around the room being chased by Blacky. “Usually Blacky is very sweet,” Gavin defended against his snake which looked at the men around with its round eyes as its body squirmed about to come to its master.

"I want to. I really want to." Claire's eyes widened when she saw Professor Rowling. "Oh my God, you're Professor Rowling! You're my idol. I just got accepted to Brookfield University this year." Our group chatted happily, while the inn's owner frowned. "I'm glad for you all, but I'm sad to have lost two reliable helpers." We all laughed heartily at his comical look. The stars above lit the night sky, and the owner raised his glass in a heartfelt toast to my bright future. The cheerful energy drew in other guests, who joined in celebrating what was to come.

He finally lifted his eyes, his grey gaze locking onto the headmaster's bloodless, terrified face. "If it happens again... if it happens again..." The headmaster's entire body convulsed violently. "If there is another incident, I—I will personally resign before the board, and the full property rights of Blackwood Academy will be transferred unconditionally to the Kessler Group! To be decided... to be decided by you personally!"

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

Exhaustion and stiffness weighed on me as I let out a sigh and gently rotated my head from side to side, attempting to alleviate the weariness. Black chuckled and responded, "No problem. It was quite amusing to observe them arguing, oblivious to the fact that their suggestions were either absurd or downright foolish." He continued, "It's a refreshing change from constantly witnessing people fighting each other during training." I joined in his laughter, finding amusement in his explanation. Black serves as my Head Knight, responsible for the crucial task of training the future soldiers of our Kingdom. His appointment as Head Knight is not merely due to our childhood friendship; rather, it st

One officer said to me. " What do you mean my son is missing? Head Master where is my child?" I said and grabbed the head master by his shirt. I pay a lot of money to the school and so I expect them to make my my son's safety seriously. " Mr Black calm down... Please sir I can explain. " He said. " Sir can you not manhandle the Head Master?" One of the police officers said to me. " Fine!" I said and took my hands off the head master.

She was the only killer to kneel down unlike others. This shows her greatest loyalty to the master and to the chamber as well. "Arise Zatima! What have you come to let me know?" the headmaster directly said. The headmaster knew what was coming. "Niko Darklin!" Zatima said in a clear monotone voice. "I have encountered him today," Zatima continued but did not say it all and waited for the headmaster's response. "Hmm," the headmaster smirked. "Zatima, Zatima!" he called out in a loud tone. "I bet he said something?"

a voice called. He turned. A man in a tailored suit walked toward him. Hair streaked with gray, eyes warm in a way that unsettled Henry. He carried authority not just in his posture but in the ease of his smile. “I’m Principal Mr. Adrian,” the man said, extending his hand. “Welcome to Blackwood Academy.” Henry hesitated, then shook it. The man’s grip was firm, grounding. “You’ll find this place… different,” the principal continued. “Demanding, yes. But I have a feeling you’ll thrive here.”

I hear Aiden’s posture shift beside me, a subtle tightening. “I’m confident she’ll be a quick learner.” My jaw clenches so tightly I feel my molars ache. “She has to stay alive, Aiden,” the headmaster says sharply. That has me snapping my head up, heart stalling. What did he just say? The headmaster stares at Aiden with unsettling seriousness. “If she listens, she will,” Aiden growls. The bite in his voice is meant for me. I glance at him quickly, then look away again.

I look up at the raised platform, noticing a familiar energy emanating from a figure that's walking up on the platform. That weird,dense energy. Oh shit! I should have known. It's that maroon suit! Well , usually my given nickname wouldn't have made sense since people change their clothes. Especially their colours. But he didn't. The Headmaster stands tall above us, his velvety maroon suit shining under the lights. He holds on to his walking stick like a life support. I notice the head sticking to the black road. It's a golden head with its mouth open, revealing two sharp canines.