Noir Novels & Stories

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Damnit, I knew I shouldn't have watched it on his TV but what choice does a man who hasn't gotten any action in weeks have? "Three categories," he said. "We've discussed this." I looked at the city below. He wasn't wrong. A club was a good place for a man like me who could probably……escape. Fine. — Noir was what happened when money had taste and taste had a budget and the budget had no ceiling. Dark, low, with that kind of lighting that made everyone look like they were keeping something interesting from someone. Lorenzo walked through it like a man checking that nothing had been moved. I walked through it like a man who had just remembered who he was outside

He held a matte-black military hunting knife. The killer breached the study. The north window shattered. A silent explosion of glass rained across the monitor, sparkling like deadly confetti in the dim light. Noah moved. He launched himself across the room like a ballistic missile. The two massive bodies collided, smashing into the heavy bookshelves with enough force to rattle the panic room walls.

Crouching down beside Bellamy, she placed a hand either side of his face and covered his mouth with her own. A visible white light passed through Zorhia’s mouth and into Bellamy’s and disappeared down his throat. His chest rose off of the floor as Zohria broke the kiss an backed away, that same light still flowing from her mouth and into Bellamy’s. Thea gasped as she looked at Zorhia, she saw her once hazel eyes were now a blinding silver. When she looked back at Bellamy, she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw his lips return to their usual peach colour and the grazes from the glass shards close up.

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.

It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. And I knew exactly who it was, standing over the poor man. Noir. His back was to me, broad shoulders tense as he looked down at the shivering man whose whimpers and screams seemed to have choked him up. Noir was wearing a sky blue T-shirt with the symbol of a scorpion on it. His back rose and fell steadily, according to his breaths. His hair was let down; black strands fell carelessly just above his shoulders. Calm. Too calm.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

One week later… Noah sat on the couch, sipping alcohol and smoking cigarettes. His eyes were dark, red, and heavy, devoid of any emotion, only endless coldness on his face. His lips were tightly pursed. His long legs, clad in well-stitched black trousers, were casually crossed on the tea table in front of him. The top two buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing his strong and masculine chest. The sleeves were rolled halfway, and a sparkling silver watch adorned his wrist. His mobile phone on the table vibrated incessantly, but Noah leisurely leaned back, ignoring everyone's attempt to disturb his peace. He had finally taken revenge on Neel Dixon.

"Hungry?" I shook my head. "No, I'm fine." He nodded. "Well, we'll eat at Club Moroii." A crease formed between my eyes, tilting my head to the side. "Club Moroii?" He smirked. "It's the most prestigious club for the supernatural in Las Vegas. It's above Lance's casino." I raised an eyebrow. "And the humans don't know?" He shook his head. "No. No humans are allowed entrance. Lance has bodyguards at the top of the stairs and when people get off the elevator. Admittance is by invitation only."