Leluhur Hitam Noir Novels & Stories

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(HER PAID DARKNESS) “TO KILL YOUR VERY RAIDEN. LELOUCH.” Stun in place and more than that. Daniela’s eyes widen as she is trying to comprehend and process what she just heard and the words that Beatrix just said to her. But with the darkness and that totality that she is made and the epitome of the Yin that she claims and proudly tells it to be as herself. She just felt like her blood boils and worse as Beatrix draws a sinister smile unto her face and added the taunting words.

SELENE We were just about to step into the hallway leading to our rooms when Luca appeared, dressed in all black as usual, like the shadows obeyed him. “You two aren’t heading to your rooms yet?” Luca asked, his voice was calm. I turned my gaze to him, Leila who was beside me also looked at him. Luca looked like he had been waiting for us to finish our conversation with Orion. Leila blinked at him,expecting him to move aside. “We were just about to—”

The lens also captured Sebas on the nearby sofa, brutally fucking Paloma’s throat, her head hanging off the edge as he thrust deep. The Clawlinger spy felt only disgust. Not a trace of arousal stirred in him. He had taken a powerful suppressor before entering, keeping his mind sharp and his body unaffected by the heavy scents and drugs. While even strong alphas fell like fools to the Blacklores’ pleasure traps, he remained clear-headed. This video would be damning evidence against Richard Tealthorne, the husband of Lea Clawlinger, and the filthy methods the Blacklores used.

He disappeared into the adjoining room, the beaded curtain rustling behind him. My thoughts went to Zevarion. I had already made my choice, I would stay by his side, no matter what, but I needed to know. I had to know what he truly was. The man returned moments later, cradling a black mirror with edges that shimmered faintly like the surface of still water under moonlight. “This is an obsidian mirror,” he explained. “Drop your blood onto it, or into water mixed with silver dust. When a demon looks into it, their true form will be revealed.”

"Be on the lookout for Ruthven, I don't trust him." Lauren nodded in acknowledgement of his words. Her heart had suddenly begun to race, at the thought that Ruthven was likely to be on his guard, watching and timing. "Do you think he'll attack in broad daylight?" Lauren asked. "Like I said earlier, just be careful,"Roman retorted. I "Uhm." Lauren nodded. "Get going." He said to Lauren's retreating back. The lapis lazuli around Emily's neck was a daylight amulet that enabled the vampire's walk in daylight. Just like normal humans.

A black leash… Lucien’s fingers brushed the leather. Noah inhaled sharply. Lucien’s eyes gleamed. “We’re definitely getting this.” Glass toys… Noah looked curious and cautious. Lucien leaned down to murmur, “Cold or warm… which do you want to try first?” Noah’s entire body heated up. Rows of flavored lubricants… Strawberry, vanilla, caramel, cherry. Noah touched the bottles lightly, overwhelmed. Lucien tapped a flavor. “This one matches your lip gloss.”

She straightened, pulling her daughter behind her just as the hunter stepped from the edge of the trees. He was tall, cloaked in leathers the color of rot and frost, a mask of pale bone obscuring his face. In one hand, he held a long, runed staff. In the other, a net that shimmered with curses woven from iron and blood-magic. Mira froze, her voice a blade of breath. “He’s from the Bleakwood,” she whispered. “The cursed clan.”

The bass from Club Noire was a physical thing, a throbbing pulse that vibrated through the floor and up into Elena’s bones. It was the same relentless beat, the same kaleidoscope of laser lights cutting through the hazy air, the same press of bodies. Déjà vu wrapped around her like a familiar, intoxicating cloak. The air inside Club Noire was thick with perfume, cologne, and the warm hum of conversation punctuated by laughter. The dim, golden lights and flickering strobes made everyone a shadowed blur, creating a cocoon where no one seemed to notice anyone else.

Fedora pecked my cheek, running off. I knew she was chasing one dark haired girl because her eyes wouldn't leave her body. Lesbian thingy. Sighing, I sat at the bar stool ordering for something. The girl tried to flirt but I told her I was married and not interested. She rolled her eyes in return though, serving me my drink. Men, I didn't know who taught her how to mix drink but this drink was strong as fuck. Just what I needed. Suddenly the curtains at the end of the room, swiped open revealing a big glass with two girls inside.