Scott Pilgrim Black Sheep Novels & Stories

I responded to the workers who greeted me, stepping into the elevator. “Good morning” I uttered as I walked into my office, sighting the man I had seen from the CCTV footage. He was from the Black Moon pack. What did he want from me? “I need you to make a ring for me” He rasped out, his voice thick with danger. But he came to the wrong place if he thinks he can intimidate me. “You are meant to book an appointment. Sir” His eyes flared with intrigue before he nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. “I apologize for that, I saw one of your works and decided I must have a piece made by you”

Turning around sharply, at first growling in displeasure, but gradually imbued with a feeling of slight anxiety at first, which I inspired in her, the she-wolf slowly ran towards the parking lot. With each paw touching the ground, with each breath, I intensified the feeling of anxiety, danger, and my girl, having penetrated, already ran faster, until very close, from the left side, a crunch of a branch was heard. Stopping abruptly, the she-wolf turned around and met the fiery yellow gaze of a large, simply huge black male. Ducking his head, he sucked in air through quivering nostrils, slightly baring his teeth. She considered all this in a moment, after which, with a flooding sense of danger

It's like she is trying to mess with my head, her long, beautiful legs are clean shaven and a slight tone of olive. Every inch of her is a work of art, a true masterpiece. "Shall we continue Ms Scott" I give her a small smile, trying to relieve the tension and the awkwardness seeping through her fake smile. "Please come in Ms Scott, I don't have much time" I'm afraid if she stays any longer, I won't be able to restrain myself any further than I already am. What has come over me? I am the sole owner to the Black Empire and the richest man in the whole of New York City and yet I am going weak kneed at the sight of a girl.

I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out, just more blood. The shaman sighed. “It’s too late,” she said softly. “It’s far too late, Sharon.” I coughed again, a wet and ragged cough The room began to spin and I gripped the edge of the table. “Fix it,” I rasped. She shook her head. “There is no fixing what you’ve broken.” My vision tunneled. I slid off the stool and I hit the dirt floor hard. The last thing I saw was her face, calm, and pitying, then darkness. And for the first time in years, I was afraid.

Just what I need! I would have immediately assumed that he had followed me here to confront me, had he not had company. Shady- looking, crepy as hell company. Mr Blackwood was slanting into the counter by the bar, a glass of whisky in his hand. He looked ragged, like a white- collar psychopath in those work slacks and untucked shirt which was almost unbuttoned all the way. He looked really pissed and to be in a murderous mood, but he had nothing on the villainous hunk next to him. The man was large, his bulging muscles were out of this world frightening, both his arms were covered in tattoos, so was the back of his bald head.. the most notable tattoo was one of a black widow which extended f

She let her hair open so it'd dry on her own. She heard heavy footsteps. He always walks like this. She knew why he made his footsteps hearable. He wants her to cower in fear thinking he was here but she wouldn't. She was done with his games. The door unlocked as he stepped inside. He was dressed in all black donning silver chains and rings. Those hawk-like jade eyes made him look nothing less than a savage black panther. There was no amusement in his eyes. This time he was there just for business.

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

I felt like he had something up his sleeve. I put down all the men that came for me and headed towards Gregor, who drew his sword and waited for me. I was mad and was ready to have his blood on my sword, but just as I neared him, something pierced my back, close to my spine. The pain it brought was more than excruciating. My knees buckled and sank to the ground, and a roar tore through my throat. Nothing had ever destabilised me like that before. I struggled with my vision as it blurred, fighting to stay awake, my fingers still tightening on my sword. Gregor's triumphant laughter filled my senses.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

Then they moved more fully into the room, and she got a clear view of them. One was very nice-looking with long blondish hair caught up at the nape of his neck. The other one was the most striking man she'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was inky black and cropped in a short, careless style. His face was rugged and strong with a long, straight nose over his wide slash of lips. His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death.