Remnant Black Novels & Stories

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

Remnants probing perhaps or new appetites awakening. Thorne barreled in feral triumph. Betas trailing victory gore from ley scouts amber eyes manic gleaming fixed on us predatory. "Vanquished that Hunger like gutting a weakling. Howls echo eternal feast! But scrys sniff ley remnants now. Echoes call like border winds promising amplifications unbound for packs in unity.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

“What the hell are you talking about?” “You don’t know yet. But you will.” Her voice was calm, too calm. “The bond isn’t just fate, it’s the key. You and the Alpha of Nightfall were never meant to meet, let alone connect. And yet… here you are. Breaking the very threads that hold this world together.” She stepped closer. I didn’t move. “Who are you?” I demanded again. She tilted her head. “We are the Remnants.” The name stirred something cold and forgotten in my bones. A whisper of fear passed through me, ancient and primal.

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.

Black ops strike invisible—plasma blades igniting blue, severing limbs in silent, precise arcs, bloodless cuts cauterized instant. A guardian beast—submarine-sized, plated in void-crystal—charges from side tunnel, maw yawning gravity vortex. Remy intercepts—coyote-gold board spinning wild, claws rending underbelly in golden streaks, ichor spraying black fountains that hiss on ice. **Remy (growling fierce over comms):** “Come on, you ugly bastard!” Deeper—tunnel narrowing, pressure building. The heart chamber—cavern vast as a subterranean cathedral, core pulsing black-red like a dying star, Matriarch coiled around it protective.

Lesia suddenly reminded, “The two remnant souls are about to disappear. If you have any questions, please hurry up. They are much more knowledgeable than me.” James immediately jumped to the ground. Rebella and the others hurriedly gathered around him. Before they could speak, James waved his hand and interrupted. James looked at the spectral remnant souls sitting nearby. He hurried over and said, “Sir…” The white-robed man smiled gently and said, “It’s our duty. There’s no need to say anything more.” The black-robed man nodded and said, “We’re just remnant souls. We can neither improve our cultivation nor leave the Forladtt Land. It’s an honor that we’ve managed to help someone achieve the

A Huge black man walked out and stood next to the Chinese. ‘You see! Who are better between yourselves and us? What we do they approve and are happy and ready to testify against your selfish plans to chase us from their territory. This man you are seeing is a representative of all the Zambians with all their interests at his heart.’ The Chinese man spoke ostentatiously reaching for the black man’s hand and continued.

"I’m the Update. And you... are the Legacy-Waste." The boardroom floor opened up, and a flood of Black-Ink-Code began to pour into the Celestial-Rink, drowning the stars, the wolves, and the White Wolf alike.

Lana’s POV The council room smelled of ink and damp parchment. Maps covered the table; cups of untouched tea cooled beside them. Warren stood at the head, the strip of charcoal in his hand tapping the edge of the northern pass. “The Remnant isn’t an army,” he said. “Not yet. They’re scattered cells using old routes, feeding on fear. We cut the roads, we cut the voice.” Grayson leaned forward. “Scouts confirmed movement near the river bend last night. Small fires, maybe twenty men.”