Romans & histoires Ominous Black Stake

The letter from the attic still weighed heavily on Damon’s mind as the sleek black car pulled into the underground garage of Thorne International. He had barely slept since Mason found it since that haunting signature, - A. Blackthorne, cracked open a new layer of questions. But the board demanded his presence, and the company couldn’t survive another crisis unattended.

He asked. Mockery dripped in his voice. I cannot show weakness. I believe Sophie will win. "What are the stakes?" I asked. "The higher the stakes, the sweeter the game." "Right to harvest." Stone stated. I let out a laugh of mockery. "I should give you the right to harvest Blackwood's entire resources? You want to harvest all our herbs. All our grains?" "Are you scared your chief royal chef will fail you?" Stone asked. "And what are you giving to Blackwood when your chefs fail?" I asked.

Every shadow, every creaking metal moan of the yard seemed to whisper my son’s name. Aaron. My pup. My blood. The corrugated door of the main warehouse loomed ahead, partially open, light seeping into the darkness. I kicked it inward with ferocious vigor. The metal screamed in protest as it smacked against the wall. Inside, Damien stood beneath a rusty lighting, his slick black suit pristine, silver hair glittering like a snake’s scales. His frigid, colorless eyes gleamed as he raised a goblet of crimson wine to me. “Welcome, Alpha Blackthorne,” he drawled. “Care for a drink? You look… unhinged.”

“You’re definitely not dressing like you’re going to sleep.” I froze slightly. I turned slowly. “I was just...” “Don’t,” she cut in, walking closer, arms crossed, eyes scanning me. “I know that look.” “What look?” “The ‘I’m about to do something reckless’ look.” I let out a small breath. “It’s not reckless.” “It’s always reckless when Damon Thorne is involved.” That made my heart skip. Annoying. “You know about that?” I asked. Avery snorted. “Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.”

Zane looms over his frame by a good half a head, gripping the bones tightly as his words come out slow and hard. “Mr. Gage, your mind might not give a single damn about the Newsom Pack, but what about the Blackmoor family? This is the grand Moonpeach Den, the direct property of the Blackmoor supreme Alpha. Your beast is making a disgusting scene on their holy turf, smearing their royal reputation. What do your thoughts think the Blackmoor family will do to your pack if their ears find out about this brawl?” At those sharp words, Gage's brain sobers up quite a bit from the wine. He falls completely silent for a long moment, his eyes darting to the doors, then he darkly says to Zane, “You just

He shoots a super angry look at Zara, but he stays down. That is what happens when you mess with my mate. “Move out of my way!” a sharp voice snaps from the back of the room. The crowd of wolves parts quickly, and Callum Harrington Blackthorn comes rushing out. He is the Moonhall Steward, and he is a total nightmare to work for. He stops right in front of us, putting his hands on his hips and tapping his leather boot against the floor. “Why is there juice all over my beautiful stone floor? What a total disaster!”

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

I could feel it in my bones as we rode closer to the ancient castle. The stone colors in the mountain side changed from a deep brown to a black void. The grass grew darker until it was black in color as we approached the outer castlegrounds. "You're still sure you want to do this?" Gideon asked me, as we approached. I looked at him, and nodded. I was on the seemingly endless search for answers, and I was going to get them. As we got closer to the walls of the outer garden, I could see vines that looked like they were dripping with black ink. I reached out to touch one, only to get my hand slapped down by Gideon. "Don't touch those! You'll be asleep for a century, easily." He told me, realizi

I kneeled in front of him and gently took his hands in mine. "Only for a moment, but I'm right here with you. Use the mate bond to ease the pain and you'll be fine." I reassured. He nodded and took a deep breath. "Here goes." He sighed. "I, Elijah Black, Omega of the Midnight Pack, hereby cut all ties with the Midnight Pack and will become a Rogue." His face immediately contorted in pain and he put his hands on his head, groaning. I pressed my forehead against his and hoped that my presence might ease the pain a bit.

I now clearly understood and rushed my way to the place and sat on my knees. “Being a pet,” Dimitri started, “Isn’t just a degrading term like you humans use it in the bedroom, kinky lifestyles or misogynistic and sexistic ways. In vampire society it also means status and rank. Pets are one of the lowest ranks and are seen as property. Therefore pets need to be marked to be recognized to whom they belong. Stand up.” Dimitri commanded. I did as he told me, even though fear coursed through my veins. What was this marking all about? Sasha made a remark about it as well earlier. My breathing picked up.