Serius Black Novels & Stories

Serena’s POV What should I do? Oh God. Please save me. I don't want to die. They wore black suits with a few buttons open and the tattoos told me I wasn't dealing with regular people. “Miss Serena,” the middle one and the tallest said. His voice was smooth but cold. “We're sorry for your loss.” Did he expect me to respond to that after scaring me half way to death? I kept quiet, shivering as he came closer.

Alpha Blackthorn stepped into the dining room. The sight of him made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He was exactly as I remembered from the ranking ceremony: tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was as dark as midnight, slicked back with precision, and his eyes… those cold, storm-gray eyes looked like they could see right through a person. Serena immediately moved back from me, bowing her head low. I scrambled to follow suit, dipping down quickly in what I hoped was a respectful bow.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

“We are *not* finished. Not while I’m still breathing.” The door slammed open. Lucien Blackthorn strode in, rain droplets clinging to his broad shoulders, his tailored charcoal suit molded to his powerful frame like armor. Every head turned. Gasps rippled through the room. He ignored them all, his steel-gray eyes locking onto Sera with predatory intensity. “Out,” he commanded, voice low and absolute. “Now.” No one dared argue. Chairs scraped. The room emptied in under thirty seconds until only the two of them remained, the door clicking shut like a gunshot.

A sudden blast of energy tore through the sanctuary the force threw several warriors off their feet. I instinctively shielded the boys as debris rained around us. When I looked up Serena was standing again. Something was terribly wrong. The darkness had stopped climbing not because it had retreated. Because it had settled beneath her skin. Her eyes slowly opened, the brilliant blue I had seen before was gone. One eye remained blue the other had become completely black, no pupil, no iris, endless darkness. She smiled, except it was not Serena’s smile it was calm too empty too ancient.

Serena’s expression cooled instantly. “What’s wrong with me?” she repeated quietly. “Nothing. I just know how this ends for girls like you.” The hallway suddenly felt too small. Too hot. Too suffocating. She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “Adrian Blackwood destroys everything he touches eventually,” she whispered. “And when he gets tired of you, nobody here will ever respect you again.” “Funny,” another voice cut in coldly from behind her. “Because nobody respects you now.” Serena turned sharply.

He was trembling so hard I could hear his teeth chattering. "Look at me," I commanded softly. It took a long time. Seconds ticked by, counted by the thumping bass of the rap song that was finally fading out. Slowly, painfully, he lifted his chin. Those winter-forest eyes met mine, wide and swimming with a panic that went much deeper than a few hockey players being assholes. He looked at my face, searching for something—meanness, mockery, a hidden trap. He didn't find it. "I’m not Miller," I said, my voice dropping low, losing its edge. I reached out, stopping my hand just inches from his shoulder when I saw him tense up again.

Black Ace" Oh thank you daddy. Boss " You're welcome. Once you're done, hurry up and get back to base. Black Ace" Sure thing. Is Dave there? Boss " No, he went home. Black Ace" Awwwn!..(sighs) Okay, I'll be back in a jiffy. (ends call) After ending the call, Elizabeth plugs her ears with ear pods and strolls excitedly as she heads towards the rendezvous point with a strong desire to kill. Next Episode ➡ Crazy killer dame

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.

I deserved to make them suffer for the humiliation. Alpha Darrius came down the stairs to the packhouse, followed by his unit, looking strong and dominating. His black hair had been combed back, with his black eyebrows falling low over his almost black eyes. He looked intimidating. I could feel my panties dampen as he neared, knowing just hours ago I had been under his muscled form. He didn’t look my way, or even acknowledge me, but I knew that he had to keep up appearances until he could take me as his chosen.