Morgen Black Novels & Stories

Author's POV: “ Mom? “ Black murmured then opened his eyes slowly when he felt a heavy thing on his waist. He explored his eyes and realized that he's still in that room earlier. He might’ve fallen asleep a little. Seems like the heavy thing on his waist was his mother’s hand. “ Don’t wake your mom yet young boy… “ He tilted his head and saw his father in the right side of his mother. So, his mother may have fallen asleep earlier with him. Black looked at Fergus once again. He observed him. He’s making a signal to lower his voice so that his mother won’t wake up. But why does his mom fall asleep? Maybe this old man didn’t make her mommy sleep in peace last night. Did this old man bit his mom

"Do you want me to stay?" Idris Blackthorne’s voice rumbles like low thunder, his fingers tightening against my jaw as his heavy frame presses me into the narrow mattress of the Bloodmoon Healing Center. His amber eyes burn with pure, terrifying territorial possessiveness, locking onto mine like a predator pinning its prey.

Chapter Thirteen: More to it than she'll ever know It was not odd to find Damien Blackwood here on a Friday night, in this office, sitting on the swivel, fine, white leather chair and enjoying premium, well- aged whisky. Old Boy was his favourite. It had a vicious, yet gratifying kick to it and it left an unforgettable flavour on the throat that only lingered for half a second and tempted another drink. Like every other man, he desired only the finest, most exquisite entertainment which is discreetly and expertly organised, that's why he preferred Cubia Morne. Cubia Morne was a nightclub for the elites, the most expensive there is in the world; it was only affordable to the richest of the ri

The twilight in Blackwater did not bring peace; it brought the awakening of horrors that the daylight kept cowed. Helena Moore was just a few meters from her porch when the air froze. It was not the cold of the mountain, but the vacuum of sound that precedes the predator’s leap. From the darkness between the pines, three silhouettes emerged. They were not the hunters from before, but something more organized, more lethal. They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred.

My eyes were locked on the boy in the corner. He was trembling—proper, bone-deep shaking. He was wearing an oversized gray jumpsuit that hung off his weak body, his knuckles white as he gripped the handle of his mop. He looked up, and the breath left my lungs like I had been cross-checked in the throat. He was haunting. Pale skin, a dusting of light freckles across his nose, and eyes the color of a winter forest—deep, terrified green. His blond hair was messy, clinging to his forehead, and his lips were full and rosy, currently caught between his teeth as he stared at me.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

Shockingly, her mouth didn't even open this whole time! And yet the light bestowed upon for the first time ever flickered to distinguish. The City was really curse to experience something more bizzare than ever. And everyone seems to know that, much more to the faces of the men in black. They were Negins. They are thought to be ruthless, never swayed to temptation that the darkness brought upon. They able to hold themselve and even battle to death since the beginning of time. But the light just now was such a bother, it never been expected and it so far from what they believing!

, Noah looked around himself skeptically, as if he could see through the thick veil of darkness to the entity hiding within. “My name is BLK-043, and I am a highly advanced artificial intelligence working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. You may call me Black.” Black didn’t wait for Noah to respond, “Cradle, the world you used to live in, is but one small world among countless other worlds that exist in this multiverse, all of which are under our management.

When the full moon, recites the spell under the full moon. "WHEN DAY AND NIGHT MEET, THE BLACK MIST OCCURS". Since that day, she waited until the full moon because she wanted to know what would happen if she read the verse. Before the full moon came, Tazaana dreamed of a man, red-haired and bluish eye color. But the man's face was not noticeable, only his hair and eyes were visible. The man said: "YOU WILL COME TO ME". But the dream did not bother her. She started her day as usual until the full moon arrived.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.