Project Blackwing Novels & Stories

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

"Don't die for a walking corpse like Dominic. This dump isn't a fortress." "I don't pull shifts for Dominic!" Jake roared back. "I’m an independent contractor! And you just ventilated thirty grand of my best gear, you son of a bitch!" Lina pressed her spine against the cold metal, her lungs burning. Beneath the haze of floating glass dust and sparks, she felt the walls closing in. This was the meat grinder—raw, loud, and final. The men outside didn't reply. Two seconds later, a black cylinder skittered across the floor, bouncing off the exam table leg with a hollow clink.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

The Black Wolf was born from shadows and shaped by moonlight, but it always beat with the pulse of love, sacrifice, and resilience. Thank you for walking beside Vireya, through pain, through wonder, through storms and stars. This is not just the end of a story. It’s the echo of a legacy, the warmth of a reunion, and the reminder that even in the darkest forests, love finds its way home. There are more stories waiting just beyond the horizon, magical, bold, and unforgettable.

I grasp onto that flow and press into it, pushing spikes into her veins, crawling up her arms, her— Pain blossoms in my arms, my legs. My torso’s on fire and I scream. Carita laughs. “Remember that you aren’t the only illusionist here, birdie.” Disbelief slides from my thoughts, my grip on reality slipping into pain and darkness. But I can’t look away from Vito; I have to make sure he’s okay. “Nighty night,” she whispers, pressing a thumb against my forehead. Vito’s vibrant wings fade from my vision, his amber eyes blurring into the landscape.

“Yes. I need to remove the largest problem from that company. Birch has to go. I have people in place waiting for my signal, stickler. I’m not going in blind. You know that.” We reach the office. The building is made of black glass and is at least twenty stories tall. Above the main glass entrance, in a big, bold, silver, masculine font, it says ‘BLACK ENTERPRISES’. I take a deep breath and smile at Isaiah. “Project: Hostile Takeover – is about to begin,” I said with a smile. “Don’t do anything that will give me a heart attack, trouble.” I laughed. “I can’t help it if you get scared easily, stickler.”