Leluhur Hitam Noir Novels & Stories

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

He probably liked to speed things up. Walking fast, driving fast and speaking in a loud voice to frighten the person in front. He did not even look at her with a cursory glance at how many times she had looked at him stealthily. Black Jeans, Black Jacket. Long Shoes, Revolver stuffed in jacket pocket and dagger in pants pocket, the style of driving the Jeep and his facial expressions were telling that He was probably a professional hunter. He is fully aware of this place and the conditions here. Ayla's heart was somewhat satisfied.

His fingers ran through his long hair as he groaned. "Damn it, Raven! The wolf he gained is Keir, the dark one and Keir is a cursed wolf that carries Liu Pengli's murderous black soul. It means Noah is unholy!" He growled menacingly. I gasped and glanced over at Noah to see that his darkness was starting to rise around him. He had always had a tinge of it. Even when he was a small child he had carried a bit of it. Of course, he being a descendant of the devil probably hadn't helped much, but still. I didn't look back at my dad and continued to look deeply into Noah's stunning blue eyes. That brilliant white speck of light shined through, warming my soul with its purity.

I threw on my leather jacket and a pair of boots. "Who's first?" Natalia stepped forward. "Alright." I took her hand. She nodded and we disappeared. The cold nothingness surrounded me. We popped back into existence. Hell was hot and humid. I could feel the damp air pressing against my skin. We stood before a black spire of dark obsidian. Veins of glowing gold fire laced the surface of the polished black stone. Natalia dropped my hand and led the way. The sharp spike drew tall into the dusky sky. As we drew deeper into the city, the spires grew taller.

Her lower belly throbbed and her heart was pumping all the blood to her cheeks. Sebastian slowly put her tops up and let it rest just on her eyes. Now she couldn't see him or know what he would do to her. All she saw was black and felt his presence more overwhelming than ever. She felt his long fingers around her bra line as it gave delicious sparks to her skin. And the next moment she heard a tearing sound of the cloth and knew he just tore her last piece of lingerie that was hiding her from him. He couldn't see his eyes any more but could feel the intensity as hairs stood on all over her skin.

I make my way to a rental car I have parked two blocks away, get in and drive back to Hotel LeVeque, where I plan to soak in a nice hot tub and get a good night’s rest. This is what my life consists of. I travel the globe killing people for a living. I don’t take any sexual gratification from what I do, I don’t even do it for the money really – although it does pay incredibly well. No, this work; this life, runs in my blood. It’s deep rooted in who I am. By the age of twenty-nine I have become one of the most prolific assassins in the world. To those in this shadow world or those who seek me out I am only known by my codename. Blackheart.

His knuckles whiten around the stem of his wine glass. "She booked the private dining room at Le Cœur Noir." The name hits like a slap. “The Black Heart” where Arthur celebrated after every corporate takeover. Where my father drank his last martini before the “Scheherazade.” I snap the invitation in half. The torn edge reveals a hidden layer, a molecular diagram of the toxin that killed our baby. Damien's glass shatters against the wall. "Exactly," he says softly. Lucina greets us in a backless gown the color of dried blood, the fabric slit to her hip. Her emerald choker pulses faintly like a bioluminescent tracker, or something worse.

“Why is everyone looking at me like that? I have to ask, already getting irritated with the stares. If they have something to say, then they should. Leonard, sitting by my left, becomes the first to speak among them, “The Black Lotus is a group of wolves that went rogue in some way. They can be considered rogue wolves but the difference is that they haven't lost their sanity. Instead, they are like an organization of wolves skilled in a different type of physique that differs from what is regularly taught to the regulars. Their group is no different from the packs we have but theirs is done in secret. One thing to note about them is how feared they are among wolflings. Once they set their ey

she said as she cried and hid herself in a dark corner but she knew that that was just useless. “Don’t be nervous my dear. We who have the Erebus blood in our veins have a secret. “Which secret?” Leila asked with confusion and curiosity in her eyes. “Have you ever noticed that your blood is black?” Oizys said shocking Leila as she had never cared so much about what color her blood was but she clearly remembered that when Elana was stabbed, her blood wasn’t as red as other people’s blood as it was rather darker than usual but still had some purplish in it.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.