Noir Novels & Stories

The last thing Nora saw was Lira’s eyes — silver fire burning with something ancient and inhuman. Then everything went white.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

The rain began to fall again 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.

Or maybe someone else did it for him? I washed my thoughts away through sipping on my Negroni. I close my eyes as the chisel goes down my throat. When I opened my eyes, Rustov's dark eyes met mine. He was no longer looking at the drink, but at me personally. I swallowed hard and was about to look away when I noticed something. I looked past Rustov, I could see him outside. The wall was made of transparent glass, I clearly saw the man beside a black car who just kissed the girl with him!

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.

A loud scream tears out of me as I watch in horror as Aaron lays helplessly on the ground and Nick brings down the sword. It’s like time slows, the blade hanging suspended in the air. The snap of a bow from somewhere behind. The whistling of an arrow as it races through the air towards it’s unique victim. Just as the sword slices into Aaron’s abdomen the arrow whizzes over him and embeds itself in Nick’s chest. As Nick releases the sword and staggers backwards time speeds back up. Nick lifts his head as if in shock to find Natalie standing in Ash’s driveway with the bow drawn and a arrow notched. Her hair tumbling down her back, her clothes mattered in blood and grim but her eyes set in a de

“Then make it hurt, baby.” Noa’s laugh was bitter. “You’re such a psycho.” “You like that about me.” The main hall loomed open, wide and empty except for Nero. He stood at the altar, hands in his pockets, black combat boots splashed in red like he’d been stepping through bodies. His grin split wide when he saw them. “Took you long enough.” Noa’s gun rose, sharp and steady. “Shut up.” Nero’s eyes gleamed. “Still with him, huh? Even knowing what’s inside you?”

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Isolde, scanning the runes, mused, "This one radiates anger. So, to counter it, we'll need..." "Calm," Liora finished for her, closing her eyes and murmuring a spell of serenity. The rune reacted, shimmering and then fading. Elysia darted forward, pointing at a rune pulsing with a haunting blue hue. "This one... It's sorrow." Niamh stepped forward, her voice filled with determination. "Then we combat it with joy." Conjuring a series of light orbs that danced and twinkled, she directed them toward the sorrowful rune, which reacted by glowing warmly and dissipating.

Professor Noir's domain. The door swung open before I touched it. Riven stood in the frame, coat of midnight silk drinking what little light existed in the corridor. His rust-brown eyes found mine, then dropped to Zephina's hand in mine, then to the ring on my finger. The black stone pulsed once, recognition or hunger or both. "You're late, little witch." His voice was velvet over gravel. "Noir started without you. Something about the theoretical applications of shadow consumption in enclosed spaces."