Phineas Nigellus Black Novels & Stories

"Do you really think throwing some money at me makes us even, wipes out what you owe me?" Genevieve sneered, pulling a miniature camera from her bag and roughly shoving it into my arms. "Listen, I want you to do something. Go take some photos of Adam Blackwood." I was stunned. "What?" "Don't insult my intelligence." Genevieve lowered her voice, her tone full of vicious calculation. "The outside world has never seen any frontal photos of Blackwood. Everyone says he's a monster disfigured by that fire, or a cripple with serious physical defects. I want you to photograph his ugly face, or his disabled body parts."

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

Everything is like a giant black T.b.c

He’s not judgmental, which is very high quality in my opinion. The terrace door is open, I step outside and spot someone sitting on a small table. I recognize the Black Tiger in his all-leather outfit. He’s peacefully smoking his cigarette while his eyes are resting on the moonlight and his mind travelling elsewhere. I hesitate to move closer at first, but I don’t have any reason to fear him. It’s not like the building belongs to him.

the elder chuckled, walking out of the shadows and standing in front of Ogre. A man with a frame that was even large than Ogre’s stood before the kneeling Ogre. His red eyes pierced through the latter like lasers, revealing his identity as an Undead. He wore a mask that hid his features, but his identity was known just by the size of his body alone. This man was one of the two scientists that served directly under the Undead Lord. This man was Elder Black! And it was he who was in charge of Ogre’s Nest. You see, Ogre’s Nest was merely one of Elder Black’s many enterprises. It was like a limb that he could cut off at any time. At least, that was how things had started out; however, Ogre’s Ner

He replied and waved it in the air. Aiden smiled. “Okay what do we have to do?!.” He asked. “We need a black rose, one hundred candles each with a different color. A blue rose and …” “Liam, hold up!!. Black roses don't exist!.” Helios said. “Neither does blue!!.” Marshal and Aiden said. “The exist!, the black roses Yennefer used are substitutes, she used the blood of a…” “A what?!.” They asked him. “A Brachiopods!.”

Lilith’s POV The next morning, Magnus summoned me to his study. He didn’t smile. He just gestured for me to sit, then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk like a man about to make a deal with the devil. “There’s a pack,” he began, with his dangerously low voice. “Blackwood.” I nodded, recognising the name instantly. Blackwood was a respected and powerful pack. I had tried going there to see if they'd take me in, but other rogues told me they were unapproachable.

Blackwheel, and also helped in framing his false death in the eighteenth century. Five hours ago, Blackwheel had been sound asleep in his hotel in the capital city of one of Europe's art rich country, Italy when he had a dream about the necklace. It was a strange dream that reminded him of the time he spent in Igboland until the period he was brutally murdered for crimes he could not deny. He had killed the hunter. He had killed his own grandson and he had killed Nwakaego the woman who gave birth to his only black daughter, Nneka.

“She’s blowing all of this completely out of proportion.” “And who is Neil?” “Neil Eira,” she said, her voice softening as she pouted. She crossed her arms. “He’s the son of the Blackfang alpha.” An alpha’s son? That got my attention. Blackfang had no ties to Brightclaw, we had mutual ties to other packs, but nothing that connected us directly. There were reasons for that that had more to do with historical precedence than anything. They were perhaps the second largest pack and the third wealthiest.

"What about these? For a purification ritual during the Convergence." Rowan examines the list carefully, nodding occasionally. "I have most of these. The black selenite will be challenging—it's rare in this region. But I know a source." They look up at us. "This is for the alternative ritual, isn't it? The one Elizabeth Nightingale and Nathaniel Blackwood were researching before their deaths." I exchange a surprised glance with Cain. "You knew our parents?" "Not directly. But I followed their work with interest." Rowan's expression turns somber. "Their deaths were a tragedy for more than just personal reasons. They were close to a breakthrough that could have changed everything."