Leluhur Hitam Noir Novels & Stories

But the tranquilizer was fast, its poison seeping into her blood, and she fell to her knees, the shale biting into her skin. Rhea Blackthorn emerged from the shadows of the pines, her jet-black hair braided tight, her amber eyes glowing with sadistic delight. She wore a leather vest and pants, a dagger strapped to her thigh, and her cruel smile was a slash of white in the moonlight. Behind her, three Black Shadow wolves slunk forward, their matted coats blending with the shadows, their claws clicking on the shale. Rhea’s voice was a purr, dripping with venom. “Look at you, Lunar Pure,” she said, crouching in front of Sam, her dagger twirling in her hand. “Not so fierce now, are you?”

The city felt restless that night, Lights flickered across rain-damp streets, passing cars splashed through shallow puddles, and everything carried a hum — quiet, dangerous and expectant but Leya Anderson didn’t rush through it She moved with the slow certainty of someone who knew exactly where she needed to be. For weeks she had followed Samuel Blackwood’s routines, keeping her distance while learning every flaw in his carefully curated armor Meetings that went on longer than they should have. Indulgences he thought no one noticed the weaknesses he disguised as confidence and tonight, the path she’d mapped out led her straight to The Velvet Room — a club that promised exclusivity and delive

He roared a question, every part of his transformed body was dark as if tar had been splashed all over his skin. The pupils of his eyes were covered in nothing but blackness— as if lifeless, they glared at Renesmee who was now blinking blankly, with confusion. The ground began shaking while the sky roared— it was late for Renesmee to react when Liam rushed in her direction. "You shall pay!" Liam hissed in an omnipresent voice. — Blackness was the night, of the Cold Night cursed by the whispers of Malbonte. •••

Anna asked, intrigued by her boss's thoughts, her own gaze flickering between the chessboard and the woman's captivating presence. “He bought this college for another purpose, and we have to find out what it is,” she declared, leaving the chessboard on the table as she began to strategize her next move, her determination shining through despite the challenges ahead. As the woman's conversation came to a close, she excused herself from her desk and made her way to the ornate mirror that adorned the wall of her office. Standing before it, she gazed at her reflection, her beautiful face framed by long, flowing black hair and fair skin. But her attention was drawn to the distinctive mark on her

” Leak raises his right hand and something like a giant black cloaked-in-black-aura skull appears on his hand. “DIE!” Leak swings his hand and that black skull is coming in his direction. Alfi just stays still there and suddenly the Mgepmgvulgtlagln Yeeognge are floating to the sky. Those four beasts are enveloped by dark silver Iru and united into a giant black beast with three Doberman heads on it. It emits flame to the skull till it is burnt crisps. Alfi is floating to the middle head of the beast. “Cerberus?!” Leak is shocked by seeing the presence of the beast. ”What is a Cerberus doing here?!”

“Don’t you dare look away. Not when your body is already screaming for more…” Same hunger. Different sins. Throw caution out the window and step into a world where dark desires don’t ask permission—they demand it. Here, the line between truth and temptation dissolves the moment you give in. This is no soft-edged romance. No slow seduction, no gentle restraint, and zero second chances. From possessive shadows that claim without mercy to whispered deals that bind tighter than any chain, these stories don’t wait for you to say yes. They take what’s already yours to lose. Every tale is a fast, relentless plunge into heat, obsession, and the lies we tell ourselves just to feel more. Insta

It’s like a book elegantly bound But in a language that you can’t read just yet…’ “Hi, guys! It’s a beautiful morning in San Diego and I’m here with the latest updates on ‘Black & White’ trilogy! I must say your feedback up to this point, is absolutely fantastic and I’m looking forward to making lots of progress on the edits for the third book, ‘Crimson Love’. I know a lot of you are anxious for info, so I hope to have an official release date for you as well as a cover reveal by the same time next week. I hope more of you will jump on board and take this romantic trip with all of you, already loyal fans, and with yours truly.” Everly grinned and fist-pumped. “Also, I’ve started an all-new s

"Are you her? Let me introduce myself. I'm Liviel, Awakener of Lilith, the Progenitor of Vampires." She extends a hand toward me. I notice her fingernails—they are pitch-black and unnaturally long. They look sharp enough to slice through steel. I flash her my most brilliant, disarming smile. "Nice to meet you, roommate." I reach out and clasp her hand. The moment our palms touch, her grip tightens like a vice. I look up, meeting her glowing crimson eyes. There is no warmth in them—only the predatory thrill of a hunt. In a fraction of a second, her other hand shoots forward, those pitch-black nails aiming straight for my heart in a lethal, blindingly fast thrust.

“If Leon sees you in that—” “He won’t.” And if he does, he won’t recognize me. La Rue Noire is hidden in plain sight,beneath a forgotten opera house on the edge of District Two. The kind of place that makes your skin crawl from the gold and your blood chill from the secrets. The air inside is thick with smoke and sin. Laughter, low and hungry, curls around chandeliers. Every guest is masked. Every gaze laced with danger. Men wear power like cologne. Women wear death like perfume.

The girls help me clean up the kitchen, and I go upstairs to change into a traditional black dress. “I came back at the right time.” I turn, having just pulled my shirt over my head, and smile when I see Lucas. His hair is windblown from running fast through the forest, and he has mud on his pants. Or maybe not. “Is that blood?” Lucas looks down at his clothes. “Yes, but it’s not mine.” “Who’s is it?” “I believe you call them lower-level demons,” he says, coming into the room. He grabs me around the waist and pulls me close. He smells like the forest, and I find the scent to be rather intoxicating.