Rigel Black Chronicles Novels & Stories

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

But they didn’t. They growled at me, canines coming out. There wasn’t enough space to accommodate five Alpha wolves. They weren’t stupid enough to shift. “Black eyes have been eyeing my mate. He’s mine,” said Rigel, growling. Black eyes chuckled, licking his lips. “Revenge and a woman,” he replied in a low tone. “How loud can you scream, sweets?” In a split second, Rigel went flying across the hallway to the other end. The wall caved around him, and he groaned at the impact.

she whispered. Kael's eyes narrowed. "A relic. From the first war." Something metallic glinted inside the crack a dagger, black as night, its blade veined with glowing runes identical to her mark. Seraphina reached for it, but Kael's hand caught her wrist midair. "Don't." "It's calling me," she said quietly. "That's exactly why you shouldn't touch it." For a second, they just stood there, the blue glow painting their faces. Then the light dimmed, and the ground stilled again.

a masked attendant asked at the entry gate, his tone clipped and professional. “Dorian Gates,” he replied, slipping the black card from his coat. The man scanned it, nodded once, and gestured forward. “Welcome to the Black Auction, Mr. Gates. The bidding will begin after the ceremonial tribute.” Dorian stepped inside, and the world transformed. The grand hall was a cathedral of shadows and decadence. Velvet drapes the color of spilled wine lined the walls, chandeliers of obsidian crystal hung like predatory eyes overhead, and the air itself seemed heavy with perfume, smoke, and danger.

I run toward him, screaming, but chains grow from the floor and wrap around my ankles. Then the dream changes. The walls of Blackridge melt into a forest of black trees where creatures with human teeth crawl after me on all fours. Their nails tear my skin. Their mouths rip flesh from my arms and chest while I keep running, unable to die, unable to wake. I see Lucas. I see Ryan. And I see myself drowning in blood while Ryan keeps asking one question. “Why?” The siren blares, jolting me awake. I wake with a violent gasp, my back soaked in sweat. Oliver glances at me from his bunk. “You look like hell.”

Black shouted, in a deep, raspy voice with a slight hoarseness, completely different from Zain 's, especially as his shriek was angry. “I’ll finish you,” Jon muttered to Black laughing sarcastically, “No one can finish me, Jon.” He was not surprised that the other knew him, he knows how smart his opponent is. "Yes, I can finish you when I finish this girl here," he sneered, only to be shrieked by Renee afterwards! without even touching it Zain and his wolf almost went crazy. Black turned to Lucas, who recites spells and curses, did he get his book back without noticing!!!

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

which meant their value was going to be amazing. "The black one calms the other two. The red one is quite silly. The black one and the white one are affectionately playful with one another. They’re all very well-mannered, but the black one is such a sweetheart." Pearl ran her palm over his smooth fur and, at the last second, Dark nipped at her fingertips. Her hand jerked back from him as she glared daggers at the giant thing. "What do you want for them?" Alec tilted his head just slightly as White began to pace a slow and stalking circle that made his shoulders hunch with every step. He was thinking, and Pearl knew it. Well... she needed more spellbooks and money and, well, to open the porta

The spells she learnt across different supernatural heritages we're wearing out on her. She was slowly turning into a black witch. She bit her lips and felt the pains from the bites she received the other night. She remembered the stranger with the crimson gaze. Would her grandmother kill him too if she found the wound on her lips. She was becoming formidable more than before, she killed anyone who crossed her path more often now than before. Her reasons were unknown but the urgency at which she carried them out scared Nova. She couldn't tell whether the stranger would be killed too if her grandmother found out and she didn't want it to happen either. Atleast till after he showed her the sec