Noir Novels & Stories

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.

Sunlight slanted over the corpse. The air was filled with an indescribable stench of decay, so intense it was suffocating. My skin had taken on a sickly grayish-green hue, swollen beyond recognition. The exposed muscles in my wounds had decomposed into a thick, viscous fluid. Time seemed to stop at that moment. Dad's gaze fell upon the barely distinguishable human form before Aunt Caroline. His pupils constricted. He looked like he'd been struck by a hammer. He was deeply shocked. "That's impossible," he mumbled in disbelief.

He braced himself for the poison. A loud snap was heard as Norris was ripped back away from Arkyn. The vial of silver falling and spilling into the snow. Arkyn looked to see what happened and spotted Lenore standing over a now headless and armless Norris body. Lenore turned to him, Norris’s head dangling in her mouth. Arkyn took a step forward wanting to go to her but the world wobbled and everything quickly went black. The last thing he saw was Lenore’s jet black coat and piercing yellow eyes.

The tips of his ears were also aflame but the rain seemed to be dousing the twin fires and he seemed completely oblivious. I had a wonderful image of him being burnt into coal and almost smiled. "What kind of sick que-?" I cut Keanu off as he sputtered and turned crimson.We could discuss toilets and poop later. "Keanu says more Noir are on the way.Noir with wings." Ulrik's ever-present frown deepened. "Can you turn them away?" he asked of Keanu who shook his head.He stared off into the night,once more seeing the evil that hurtled toward us.

Apparently, there were four Shade packs in the area—the Blackmoor Shade Pack, Night Shade Pack, South Shade Pack, and the Thornton Shade Pack. Each pack had their own family color of some sort. The Blackmoors were purple, Souths yellow, Thorntons blue, and the Nights green.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

I want to cry but my tears are already dry, because crying is what I have been doing since I was a child. I sat on the couch and looked at Ross, sitting dead on the chair. I didn’t expect that I would get him that easy. Next is Eigner and I took another photo of Ross and photos of me too. Photos of the blood on my face, to make him nervous and convince him to come. I will use the photos to trap Einger. I need the fly to come on my web so that I can rip him into pieces, and after that I will be hell free. Free of all the pain that they caused me. Free from my shadows and monsters that are hiding inside my closet. I looked at the photos and smiled because I knew it would be a perfect trap to t

Vi comes out when it's time to fight, not when it's time to be cautious. I feel his bloodlust as he leaps, his eyes fixated on that tender spot on Abir's neck, the tang of his blood so close, Vi can almost taste it, the pain of the silver receded far, far away. Look out there's ... I cannot even finish the thought. There's a flash of metal in the corner of my eye, a bright burst of pain in my side, a juddering fall to the floor. A flash of grey eyes. Darkness swallows my mind. And silence.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

His deliberate cruelty appalled her. “My father wasn’t greedy... He was desperate!” “I’m willing to meet you tonight. I’m staying at the Northern Star. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you which suite I’ll be occupying. Eight,” he specified. “I will wait one minute past the hour, no more. If you’re not there, there’ll be no second chance, chérie.” Aghast at the site he had specified and absolutely enraged by his instinctive sadism, Lara gasped.