Novel Patrick Kellan Black House Novels & Stories

Kan walked out the door, the hunt already singing in his veins. Timothy trailed the tall man in the top hat through the thick sludge of Saati Town. Kan Nelblack moved with a predatory grace, his black leather pants catching the strobe lights of the bars. He was a fine-tuned machine of death, and Timothy was fascinated. He stayed in the deep shadows, moving with a silence that had kept him alive for a decade. Kan hooked a left onto St. Louis Street, the crowds thinning out as the neon glare faded into the gloom of the cemetery district.

What was she talking about? "One, two, three, four…" she started counting slowly, taking one grape after the other with each number, her eyes on the television, not me. And then at ten, the news came: "News reaching us here live in london The house of Kayden Blackwood, the billionaire heir to the Blackwood company, has caught fire, a very uncontrollable one. Our sources say that it was from a domestic incident, while others say it could be from Daniel, as he was recently kicked out of the company. It is still unknown how many people are inside."

the Blackwood family villa to take Isabella Blackwood away. Isabella was terrified, her legs trembling as she cried out in desperation. Margaret Blackwood snapped, "Shut up! Do you want everyone to know you’ve committed a crime?!" Isabella clung tightly to her mother’s hand. "Mom, you have to save me!" "Once you go in, keep your mouth shut. There’s still a chance to turn this around. If you dare to reveal your identity, not even the old man can save you, let alone anyone else!" Isabella Blackwood sobbed as she left with the police. Margaret Blackwood immediately sent someone to handle the situation, knowing that the lawsuit wouldn't go to trial for another month. Until then, she had to keep

Shadows gathered there too thickly, writhing unnaturally against the walls. Watching. The protection oil still simmered atop the stove. Good. Her hands moved quickly despite the trembling in her fingers. She grabbed black salt from the shelf beside the hearth and poured a thick line across the kitchen entrance. Then another across the back doorway. The scraping upstairs stopped. A deep silence settled over the house. Eleanor’s pulse hammered harder. Because silence in Blackwood House usually meant listening. Something wet hit the floor upstairs. Then another. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Of course not, it would never be your fault they took your sister, but... do you remember anything beyond what they told you?" She looked confused, then looked down. "I remember a mark... a... black mark on the fist of one of them." I looked at Asmodeus. That wasn’t information that was in the novel, it was something new. Something from that place - something that Elaine didn’t know. "What brand? What was it like? Can you draw?" It was too many questions, but I couldn’t help it. They were necessary if we really wanted to catch those bastards. 'They were tall, black hair, red eyes and crimson robes,' reminded me clearly of the description given by the victim when Elaine helped her.

I exhaled a deep breath I didn't know I was holding, swaying slightly on my feet. “But that's really all I can tell you. We'll have to speak further with a direct relative, and he should be on his way here already.” I cocked my brows. “Who?” “Her husband.” Just then, the devil appeared. The one the doctor spoke off. Michael brushed past me without so much as a glance my way, and my fists clenched at my sides. A subconscious action. “I'm Michael Blackwood, the new president of Blackwood Hotel and Air. Patricia's husband.”

I had been to Mila's house lots of times, but it wasn't even a quarter of this I forced my expression into indifference, refusing to let my awe show, I felt my jaw drop as Rowan led me inside, past the angel shaped fountain outside and through the steel doors. Inside, the air smelled faintly of wood polish and something expensive I couldn’t name. The ceilings were high enough to swallow sound. My footsteps felt too loud, I felt small, both literally, and figuratively. Rowan led me forward. “This way.” A middle-aged woman appeared near the staircase, her posture straight, her smile warm and practiced. “This is Mrs. Black,” Rowan said. Her eyes softened. It seemed she was staff. “Welcome home,

"What about him?" "It's Killian," I confessed. "Killian Blackwood is my bully from London. He has a video from back then, something that might get me expelled and ruin my family if it goes public. He’s using it to blackmail me. He made me sign a 30-day contract to do whatever he wants, or else the video goes viral. That's why I’ve been slipping out some of the nights, and he brings me back to the dorm in the morning.” "Oh my God," Mila gasped, pressing a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "Killian’s the one who destroyed your life back home?"

I tried to open it, but it is locked. Maybe Mom wants to be alone for this time. I didn't bother her anymore. I let her rest in her room and I just walk around the house. I admit that our house is big and elegant. We have several rooms. We have a large and well-built kitchen. We have a wide living room. We also have swimming pool outside our house. But you know what's funny? This elegant and gorgeous house is very dark, deep, and horrifying from the inside. When you are outside, you can see a very colorful house. Its colors were very bright that you will spend more time to glance on it. But when you already see what is inside our house, all you can say is it is in gray scale mode.

Xavier held her hand and led her inside the huge mansion which he was calling a house. Valentina was dumbstruck as she ventured inside the house. It was all black in color except for a few pieces of furniture, the floor and the white ceiling. "Is he obsessed with black color?" Valentina questioned herself. Xavier showed her the whole house. Valentina was tired from roaming around the bedrooms, the drawing room, study room and the backside of the house. Valentina knew that Mrs. Night might have told him about shifting. "Did you like it?" Valentina spotted the enthusiasm in his voice. Although she didn't like the dangerous vibes the house radiated, it looked beautiful and eye-catching.