Rigel Black Chronicles Novels & Stories

I can feel that my soul and my body started to be sucked by the daggers and all that absorbed energy radiates to close the holes that exist in the bars of that prison, in a complete thread of voice. "I, Hope Black, Rogue among the Werewolves, with the power of the Moon and Excalibur, reject all the Gifts the Gods have given me and cause the cycle of incarnations to close and use your power to seal this ritual." There is nothing more the Gods or those titanic Beings can do to stop me, with the help of the souls that are trapped in this prison, who once held the prison breaches, now join me in completing and maintaining those being imprisoned.

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.

The gun finally ran out of ammo and all that followed was clicking sounds. “Stay behind me!” I ordered her. Thank the Goddess she obeyed. I growled at him as he carefully stalked us, snarling. The last bits of his shift took place, and he was now a huge black wolf, snarling and baring his teeth. His stench grew. As I was thinking of shifting, he was suddenly thrown back. Black eyes bumped into him, and the two were sent rolling on the floor before colliding into the door. “Keep your hands off my woman,” said Rigel, growling. His head was bleeding, and he had deep scratches in his arms and across his chest. Sabri came right up to him, throwing her Glock on the floor then kissing him.

She reached the back chamber—a room filled with ancient mirrors and a single stone pedestal. ​In the center of the room, floating in a beam of pale moonlight, was the black dagger. ​It hummed. It wasn't a sound, but a vibration that traveled through the floor and up into her bones. Her mark was no longer just glowing; it was screaming. The blue veins on her arms pulsed with a blinding light, making the mirrors in the room crack. ​"Seraphina, stop!" ​She spun around. Her father had made it past the fighting. He was breathing hard, his robes stained with soot.

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?"