Phineas Nigellus Black Novels & Stories

"This isn't a bacterial infection, it's not an allergy. It's not something I know medically. None of the medicines I prepared are responding." Hessel frowned, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. "The black scent—there's the aroma of burning resin and a small sea of sulfur, but there's something else… like a sharp, sweet smell—belladonna mixed with honey. That… isn't a sign of ordinary poisoning." He took a breath, then added, "This is the mark of high-level black magic."

One that just needed a little push to put him in higher spirits. After we'd demolished the entire thing, Noir had talked softly about his time in Milan, about what he actually did for the Black Rose. He was their information specialist, the one who could hack into anything, find anyone, make people disappear from databases like they'd never existed and he was also the guy to torture information out of people and tie up loose ends whenever Lorenzo wanted the ends messy. I knew that much from what I'd witnessed. He spoke about it freely with me, and I listened without judgement. I seemed to have begun developing an immunity for illegal shit.

Nocté reached out to the dying newt and closed his eyes. “Come back, my lady! Nothing can help him.” Agnes's voice brought the girl back to the grotto. Nocté’s body, seized by a sharp weakness, became numb. The left arm stopped obeying. She turned to Agnes and began to wade through the water, slowing her pace until she stopped: the cold cooled her conflagrant mind, the maid's scream got in her ears, and the girl lost consciousness. *** The Black Cliff. Sixteen years ago

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

He can't find me. I have to run away, somewhere, anywhere. He just can't find me. He may already know where I am for all I know. I walked right into a hard wall, stumbling back I lost my balance. I waited for my body to come in contact with the ground but it never came. I opened my tightly shut eyes, all the breath was knocked out of my lungs as I stared into a mesmerizing pair of green eyes. "Mr Black?" His face was barely an inch away from mine, his breath fanned against my face.

He was a husk, his pulse slowing to a terminal crawl. But as the corruption flooded into Neoma, her biology began to fail. The chaotic instability of her form spiked. Her skin crawled. It looked like thousands of insects were moving beneath the fur. The black ichor bleeding from her eyes thickened, steaming as it hit the cold air. The scent was a nauseating mixture of burnt ozone and copper blood. She released Nergal. She tossed his biological mass aside. The impact was a soft, final thud. She turned her massive, jagged head toward the nearest heat signature.

"Ivan’s transport wagon passed through here less than twelve hours ago. They’re heading toward the Black Needle." Natalia looked up toward the horizon. Through the swirling ice, a massive, jagged spire of black obsidian rose out of the tundra like a broken fang. The Black Needle—an ancient, abandoned fortress built by the Abyssal Purebloods during the first continental wars. It was a labyrinth of subterranean tunnels, naturally fortified and entirely insulated from external tracking magic.

Nina Black A name once remembered with admiration, respect and love by the Black family and their pack. She was an ambitious woman who was witty and firm yet was loving, funny and the most gentle and sweet mother to her pups. Nina was a precious gem amongst worthless pebbles and she was cherished and respected greatly, even in the Council by the people in the Council. Now, when her name is even whispered the harsh, callous memories of her madness brought fear into the hearts of many, even the Elders’. It was one of the reasons why the Black family were so feared, even though they’re still cruel and merciless, it was Nina who stained their name with blood.