Ominous Black Stake Novels & Stories

I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless. Codenames have only been in use for roughly the last century so only three generations of my family have them. My mother is known as Aconite, due to her love of poisoning her victims, especially using aconite. My father is known by the codename Scythe since he loves his gun, and he carves a scythe into his bullets symbolising the grim reaper. Grandpa Titus has old-style flare, his is Akephaloi because he likes to decapitate people. Grandma Talyssa was a simple woman, she went with a gun, which I guess is where my dad got his weapon of

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

Xander- my scouts! Steven- scouts lead by your beta chief? Black- he lied to you! Xander- why would he lie about you? Black- I don't know but my mate died during childbirth!.. I found her a salve and she was not in the best of health even then. She got pregnant and I was told I might lose one or the other.. I was not prepared to lose both within seconds of each other! Steven- too much wolfsbane? Black- yeah! Her wolf was not able to keep up, she couldn't heal herself at the end.

I stood at the edge of the abyss, my hands folded perfectly in front of me, a masterpiece of grief that refused to crack. The sky over the Vermon cemetery was the color of a bruised lung. It was a private burial, a quiet excision of a legacy that Michael Blackwood had tried so hard to build. There were no cameras here, no board members, only the hollowed-out survivors of a war that had no winners.

The walls were etched with intricate carvings depicting battles and the phases of the moon. “He lived like a king in here,” Kai commented, and Finn shrugged. “No shit, he is immortal, so he can never die,” he replied as they looked around the room in search of the stake. Then their eyes darted around the room, settling on the coffin in the center. “That has got to be the answer,” Finn said, and they both nodded in agreement to check it out. The twins walked to the coffin, opening it up. There they saw a black stake. The tip was razor-sharp, and the shaft was engraved with symbols they had never seen before.

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.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

A silver stake which contains her essence, only her magic can undo what has been done. As you might have realised, nothing is ever as simple as it seems. We do not have the stake in our possession. It is hidden in a cave in Blackledge woods, guarded by magic and only accessible one day every lunar cycle, the full moon. Evangeline says that the magic of the full moon gives the stake more power, and only then can it kill one of my kind. As if that isn’t trouble enough, Blackledge Woods is off limits. The stories Halen tells are fabrications, but there must be a reason for his actions, and if whatever is in the forest gives him reason to be fearful, it is not somewhere I am tripping over myself

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

"Stacy, I was weak. I was unable to intervene to keep you both safe. Furthermore, I worry that it might be too late to fix what has been damaged. A harsh, urgent tone reverberated off the study walls when a phone rang, breaking the silence before Stacy could reply. Gregor grabbed his own phone and scowled. A notification with the statement, "The clock is ticking," appeared on the screen. Come to the old warehouse with me. midnight. As he read it, his eyes grew wide, and he turned to face Stacy with a look of desperation. "This threat is serious. It appears like Sebastian Blackwood is plotting something... terrible, and his men have been mobilised.