Ominous Black Stake Novels & Stories

She saw the black spots before she felt the unconsciousness engulfing her senses. She deciphered his vengeful eyes that penetrated hers, thriving off of her futile struggles that met his exceptional force, strangling her. His nails dug deeper in her skin, sure to leave a mark if her body was ever managed to be found. His large hand was effortlessly bigger than the girth of her neck, underpinning there was no point to struggle at all.

A young man moved in lowering his head as a bow to him. "Grand Master Stone" He raised his head after his small greeting which Stone nodded lightly. "What brings you here, Xavier?" Xavier let out a short breath and continued " it's considering the search of one Ms Stacy, I came to report that we have been having difficulties in locating her." "And what do you expect me to do?" Stone snapped feeling a bit irritated. "To give us a little time... " He hesitated and added "Or assign Black Moon to us, it would be a perfect aid" Xavier clasped his arms behind him waiting for an answer.

Presently, While Daphne and Liam prepared to confront inspector Hayes, another meeting was going on. Deep within the heart of an ancient, desolate forest, a gathering of the malevolent Black Wolves took place under the shadowy canopy of night. The air was thick with a sinister energy as a hundred of these dark entities, cloaked in human guise, assembled in a large, moonlit clearing. Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation.

I shook my head countlessly. “Noooooooooo!” I screamed. Lilith held me back while I struggled. The man raised the stake to the sky and slammed it into Knox's heart. I felt my heart stop beating, and everything went black.

“If you use it… there’s a chance you could lose your wolf.” I froze, my heart pounding. “What?” Zane nodded, his expression grim. “We found something in an old text. The stake can only be used by someone with your kind of power, but there’s a price.” I clenched my fists. “And you were just planning to keep this from me?” My voice rose. “You think I wouldn’t want to know?” Kane clenched his jaw, frustration clear on his face. “Because we knew what you’d say. And we were right. You’re still going to do it.”

They pulled into the Blackwood mansion, and as Ama stepped out of the car, she noticed Liam waiting for her by the door. He offered a reassuring smile as he escorted her inside, while Chadwick quietly made his way in a different direction. As Ama stepped inside, she felt a wave of unfamiliarity wash over her. The grand decorations from the previous night had disappeared, replaced by a stark, empty hall. The tables, chairs, and stage were all gone, leaving just a vast and plain space that felt overwhelmingly bare.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

Tonight they had an auction to attend. Liam approached the men, they were four and all dressed in black except for the female on red. They were all wolves and belonged to the blood stone park which Liam is dominantly the Alpha of. The first man, short and with a stone faced expression and a bald head is Stefan Cambridge, he worked for a phillipino drug lord and attended these meetings on his behalf. The second a man of average height with short cropped hair and a smiling face, is Bob Frank, the owner of a small scale drug business that has sent many young kids to the rehabilitation center.

The black SUV pulled up outside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city at midnight. My heart was pounding as Damien Sinclair gripped my thigh possessively, his fingers digging into my skin. “Tonight you fight,” he said, voice low and dark. “And when you lose… because you will lose… the entire club gets to use you as the prize.”