Rigel Black Chronicles Novels & Stories

Black Ace " Hello. Who's on the line? Diamond " Ace! Where have you been? I've been calling you for some minutes now. What going on? Black Ace " Relax jor..... 🎶 I'm feeling vibes on vibes..... You no fit kill my vibe 🎶 (relax pls am getting some vibes and you can't kill it for me) Diamond " (shocked) Are you singing? Black Ace " Wèrè! I'm just listening to music. Diamond" You demented b--tch! Have you forgotten about your mission!? The target is on the move.

And in that moment—the castle’s doors burst open. Figures cloaked in black surged into the hall, eyes glinting, weapons humming with magic. They moved silently, intentionally, and Lyra recognized the sigils—the mark of someone who had been hunting her since childhood. Someone who wanted her dead. Rylan growled, shifting, pulling Lyra against him. “Get behind me. Now.”

“You don’t belong here. I banish you back to the fold of time.” The Bone Seer’s smile faltered. “You don’t know what you’re doing—” “I do,” Elira said, eyes glowing silver. She stepped forward and slammed her hands together. A blinding ripple exploded out from her body. The Bone Seer screamed—not in pain, but fury—as his form was torn, pulled into the rift behind him. And just like that, he vanished. But the damage wasn’t done. Elira collapsed. Her last words before falling unconscious were, “He’ll come back... stronger.”

I didn't want to be subjected to the torture of having to put up with this shitty attitude. "Do you even realize what you have agreed to?" Silas scoffed, looking down at me like a dumb child incapable of making decisions. "We cannot let you in on any of our business or plans without you belonging solely to The Black Rose... there will be no out for you," Silas emphasized. "Not even when Elijah's killer is found," he declared coldly—or rather, with a satisfied tone.

I hit the iron bar and try to scream, but it seems like my voice melts along with my heart. I see two gloved hands clutch on the bar. I turn my head and see the Black Tiger standing beside me, staring with his cold eyes. I look away as I don’t look pretty when I cry, my eyes must be red and swollen. He doesn’t say a single word; he just keeps staring at me until my sobs disappear.

"May I know why mages and vampires are enemies?" Everett replied, "because mages and vampires cannot live together. 300 years ago, a mage betrayed and killed my ancestors. Since then, the vampires have severed ties with mages." She asked, "I want to know how old are you?" "650 years." It stunned her to hear his age. Everett asked, "You said you came from the earth, but how can you get into the realm of Black Mist?" She replied while showing her necklace, "through this necklace, on the full moon I recited the spell, there is written on the back of this pendant.

He will likely be late because he sucks at running. I walked to the magical wing, I saw several magical physicians bowing their heads at me in respect, I gave them a light nod and strolled to the office where I would see Hemilia and Raphael, the head of the magical physician. Raphael Weldon is the royal magical physician, for years he did his duty as the physician while carrying out his task as a researcher making him the youngest person of magical scientist of Rosla. He wrote many theories in his book Gelium book, the book that I read when I was in the library at night.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

"Your eyes have changed." Saint and Ransom pushed forward, pushing Taryk and Asher out of their way. "Dude. Bruise much," Asher grumbled as he moved back. Ransom snarled at him. "What's wrong with my eyes?" Kiema rested her fingers under her eyes. Looked up at Atlas. "They're threaded with black. Almost like our shifter bonds," Saint said, leaning forward to get a better look. "That's what it looks like to me," Ransom said.