Noir Novels & Stories

“No panties. If I catch you wearing any, I’ll punish you in front of everyone.” I chose a tight, blood-red bodycon dress that clung to every curve, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh. It dipped low between my breasts, showing off deep cleavage. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric as we stepped out of the armored SUV in front of “The Black Rose” — an exclusive underground club known only to the city’s elite criminals and their inner circles.

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.

The rain returned just after noon, tapping against the heavy, bulletproof glass windows of Noah’s private penthouse suite. Inside, the lights were turned off, leaving the vast room in a quiet, dark gray shadow. The only real illumination came from a wide semi-circle of three flat-screen computer monitors sitting on a heavy black glass desk. Noah sat in the center of that glow, his face painted in the pale blue light of scrolling databases. He looked completely calm, his posture upright and relaxed, while his long fingers hovered steadily over a slim, back-lit keyboard.

He closed his eyes, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness in the room, though the room wasn’t that much dark as there was one candle lit in the room. A few minutes passed, and then there was a sudden knock on the door. “Are you asleep?” an woman’s voice called from outside the door. He gets up on his feet, and walked over to the side of the door. “Who came at this hour?”. “Noir, is it you?”. “Yes, me.” “Open the door, I have something to talk about with you.” “Uh, okay.” He opens the door slowly. Noir stood there with an half-smile on her face.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

Until darkness takes her. "Xevanya! Oh, god! Wake up ... please, wake up!" Gladys approached Xevanya was lying on the floor. She tried to wake her up. Her eyes began to tear up when Xevanya didn't open her eyes. Hearing his young sister loud voice made Noah's eyes that had started to return to their original color turn dark blue again. "ZOERA DE LASKA! YOU ARE SO OUTSTANDING!" Noah shouted at Mrs. Zoe. A black mist enveloped Noah's body. His aura was extremely sinister for a teenage wizard. A human-sized sphere-shaped magic power charged towards Madam Zoe.

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.

He didn't even bother to glance back as he scurried out the entrance. Where had Vivian gone? She was with Kayla a second ago... A yard or so away from Kayla, Vivian was cutting down the Shadows like butter. She had taken out her dagger from the silver necklace. Our mother had our necklaces specially crafted to revealed a deadly dagger with just a thought. Her silver blade had an orange gem on the pommel which glinted in the light. The look on her face told me she meant business as her her eyes were blazing with fury.

Beta Connor began to order before he felt as if he were choking. "All these people willing to die for you while you remain grounded," Black continued. The Mad One had remained perfectly still, but his predatory eyes were now staring at the Red Moon Beta. Connor felt as if he'd been crushed to the ground by the enormous pressure of the power unleashed by Alpha Black. He trembled with fear as he saw everyone around him start to howl and writhe under the pain of this legendary wolf's black aura.

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”