Remnant Black Novels & Stories

And from its heart, something began to emerge — a shape woven of shadow and blood, wearing a thousand faces Kaelira once loved and lost. Her knees nearly buckled. “It’s the Echo,” she whispered. “The last remnant of the Black Moon.” It smiled — a cruel, shifting thing. You brought him here, it hissed. How generous. Another vessel to consume. Zevran didn’t flinch. “You’ll choke on me before that happens.” The battle began like a storm breaking open — lightning and steel, magic and fury. Kaelira unleashed her power, the air crackling with blue fire as runes carved themselves across her skin. Zevran moved like a phantom, every strike precise, every step anchored in the rhythm of survival.

My dead arm dragged behind me—a senseless slab of necrotic ruin. “I know,” I whispered. The words tasted like copper rust. “But they’re not taking you. Not today.” Ryan’s voice cut through the static—low, cracked, almost pleading. “Phoenix… the loyal faction just went live. They’re countering the remnant broadcast. It’s splitting the feed in real time.” The slate flared brighter. Two faces appeared side by side—loyal Alpha on the left, calm, reverent; remnant Alpha on the right, eyes burning.

But I guess that was what this was. A black wedding. And then I saw him. The man of the fucking hour. Sitting on a high seat, a throne carved from blackened bone and obsidian. I’d heard that it was the remains of his enemies that built that throne, but I’d expect nothing less from Rhett Blackwood. His heavy arms rested on the lion-wolf hybrids sculpted into the stone armrests and his crown, a surprisingly simple black iron circlet, rested atop his raven locks.

Black The Origin Chapter 28: Betrayal (2) A few hours earlier... "Nerom? Why are?" Amari still can't believe it and left standing won't be able to move an inch. "No more question. This is your trial." There is even no faint of mercy in his voice. He draws his sword pointing in Mari's direction. The Black Beast Sword was pointing at her. It was a relic given by King-Rank Swordsman. To think that his master's sword will be pointing at her is something she would never imagine.

He immediately shouted out: "Has the forensics team arrived yet?" "Sir, they're on their way." The man who answered him is a young police. The man looks around the area, involuntarily frowns, “Turn off this damn sound." As he spoke, he pointed at the playing vintage cassette player. After a while, he noticed a handsome young man who was touching and measuring something next to the victim's body, especially the mysterious black rose. The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting”.

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

Demitri's tone was lethal. "Um, he is huge... black, his eyes were dark amber... I think closer to crimson red. That's all I can remember." "Was there anyone around the place aside from you?" "No. I was alone, I guess..." "All right. Rest first. I'll be back shortly," he said and before I could react, he was already out of the chamber. Contrary to what I said earlier that I can manage myself, I actually feel very weak. So intead of sneaking out, I just sat on the bed and recalled every detail of what happened.

As far as he knew, neither of them had ever touched another pot pie as long as they both lived. Richard had recalled something else sitting there as they carted his Michelle Brooke away, another nugget of wisdom his grandfather had passed on to him. That no matter how thoroughly they cleaned those retort sections of a crematorium, a tiny residual amount of bodily remains was always left inside the blast chamber itself, and that this residue ended up mixing with subsequent cremations, on and so forth, and into the future, so that a little of each person being incinerated blended into the next and on into the next, their essences mingling and combining.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

She sits down next to me on a barstool. " Something like that. I heard Mr. Black is coming today." " Like every other Fridays." I point out. " He might be attractive, but hell, he's scary." Rita says. " A glass of whiskey please, Keiran." " Get it yourself, Rita, and make sure you add it to your tab." Keiran says to her. She groans. I chuckle. " I don't know if you guys noticed but, Killian doesn't give a shit about us or anything that has to do with the down level. He mostly cares about the VIP section. That's where the real shit happens." I say.