Noir Novels & Stories

The bass thumped through the walls of the old converted warehouse on the industrial edge of the city, a low, relentless pulse that vibrated in every chest. Friday night, just past midnight in late August. The sign outside read “STORAGE – NO ENTRY” but everyone knew better. Inside, the air was thick—sweat, poppers, cologne, cum, and the faint metallic bite of lube. They called it Circuit Noir. Invitation-only. No phones past the door. Masks optional but encouraged. Tonight the theme was black leather and chrome. Half the men wore harnesses, jocks, boots, nothing else. The rest were already stripped to skin or less.

That doesn't really make sense for her "Jealous much?!" she said chuckling "No Luma, more of a pity" Stella sat down and bang her arms against the bubble wall. “Luan!” Lynx screamed when he heard her call “Are you ok?” Aeriol asked. She nods and smile, making all his worries wash away. He wave his hand sweeping away the shadows coming close to them. “It’s time to get serious” Nathaniel said. He clasp his hand and a ball of fire split itself then mold into guns. He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone.

'' Noir suggests with sparkling eyes. '' Well that will be good,'' Robin replied staring at his watch. '' I should get going it's quite late.'' '' I will try contacting them then. You will be heading off together right?''. '' Yes,'' Christina replied walking over to Robin's side. '' Let's go,'' she said. '' Good night and see you both,'' Noir says waving to them. '' I had fun.''

"Is it because of me?" "Absolutely not," Noorh answered, his narrowed eyes seemingly reprimanding her for blaming herself. "Then what's causing this?" Kiran snapped, frowning at him. "It's because you got the wrong Aria, isn't it?" Noorh sighed and shook his head. "It's because of the Darkness." Kiran stared confused at him. "The darkness?" "Look carefully behind you and you'll see it," Noorh instructed.

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge

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.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

Let the Old Bigot complain about the noise when everyone in their neighborhood was outside enjoying themselves while she sat in her living room and choked on her own bile. Alex knew that he should probably show some compassion for her, given the circumstances of the previous day, but somehow he just couldn’t dredge it up for a person like her. By eleven thirty he’d found no violent crime from 1984 except that of Joe diMucci. He thought there were plenty of similarities—the removal of body parts for one, though the girls had been beheaded and dismembered, and diMucci had his heart removed. He was fairly certain that the type of wound was similar, but he’d have to compare the photos of diMucci

My stomach drops as I unfold it, my eyes scanning the words that send ice through my veins: [You know where you need to be if you want to see her again. Oh Goddess, no! I stare at the note, my heart hammering in my chest, the weight of those words crushing me. Osiris’ eyes narrow as he snatches the note from my hand, reading it. His expression darkens, his jaw clenched so tight I swear it’s about to snap. “That motherfucker,” he growls. Nero glances over his shoulder, his gaze scanning the crowd with lethal precision. “Darius,” he spits. “He’s here somewhere.”