Phineas Nigellus Black Novels & Stories

🔞 ♠️ BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 ♠️ Chapter 5♠️ #OMNISCIENT_POV Here inside the secret organization of the Prime X force, the leaders converge and discuss about their targets that were taken out and the terrible demise of their assets. Mr. Clement who was much more aggrieved and pissed than the others showed his displeasure by condemning the one individual responsible. Clement " This is outrageous! Absolutely inhuman and cruel beyond understanding. 3 assets dead and disposed off like trash! Each of them are assets worth millions of naira and now they're all gone!.. GONE! CAN YOU IMAGINE?.

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."