Serius Black Novels & Stories

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

SERA The police station was a fifteen-minute drive from my apartment, close enough that I'd made it in ten. I parked haphazardly and practically ran inside, my heart hammering against my ribs. The front desk was staffed by a tired-looking sergeant who barely glanced up when I approached. "I'm here for Darius Blackwood," I announced, gripping the edge of the counter. "He called me about twenty minutes ago." The sergeant flipped through some papers with maddening slowness. "Blackwood. Right. Assault and battery. He's in holding."

“He was… helpful. Supportive, actually. His company is easy. Calming, in a way, a way I can’t explain completely.” Salem’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise, and Eric smiled calmly. “I see,” he said. “Damien Blackwell is cool, then?” Serena rolled her eyes. “Father, please, don’t…just don’t.” Salem laughed softly. “I think he’s quite charming, myself. There's something about him that’s rare these days.” “He’s just… different,” Serena admitted. “He doesn’t push. He listens. And somehow, that makes me want to talk more.”

He thought about the baby. His knees buckled. He sank into the chair. The library was quiet except for his breathing. He stared at the scattered papers. He stared at the name Susan. He stared at the word Eli. And for the first time in years, Sebastian Blackwood had no idea what to do next.

The following afternoon, Ethan arrived early. Her office was understated. No excessive luxury. No need to impress. The view was impressive, but the space itself was designed for focus and efficiency just like her. The door opened. Serena stepped in. She wore a cream blouse and black trousers, hair pulled back neatly. Professional. Impossibly calm. “Mr. Blackwood,” she said evenly. “You have twenty-eight minutes.” He stood instinctively. “Serena.” She gestured for him to sit and took her place across the desk.

The corridor eats sound. Behind me, the mother chamber is alarms, water, Renn’s explosives, Leo’s paused clock, Sarah’s anger, Damian’s silence. Three steps in, all of it dulls to a pressure behind the ears. The white room at the end contains one table and two chairs. No straps. That is a decision. Silas Blackwood sits in the chair facing the door. It is not a projection or a voice. The body. He looks cleaner than anyone has a right to look in a drowning city. Grey suit. No blood. Hands folded on the table. A small cut on one cheek, already sealed under a clear medical film.

I аlѕо don’t wаnt tо seem lіkе a tеrrіtоrіаl hоg, so I ореn thе dооr. “Mіѕѕ Jаmеѕ is juѕt in thе lаdіеѕ rооm, Agеnt Cooper. Gооd tо mееt you. I’m Sеrgеаnt Blаkе Andеrѕоn.” I hоld out mу hand to shake іt and the guу саtсhеѕ mу hаnd іn a fіrm grаѕр, nоt too hard, nоt tо ѕоft.

Eyes turning black, I smirked. “Missed me?” we both said. My monster was thirsty for blood. She wanted revenge, and she was going to get it. Suddenly Sergius started laughing. As he kneeled and pulled the dagger as if nothing, he lowers his head. He was laughing hysterically. “I’ve been waiting for you,” Sergius mumble. When he looked up, his eyes were pitch black. What?

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

Seeing Jaxon and Mia looking like they glue each other, Rey glared at Gavin who looked innocently at everyone. “Blacky is not wrong, he just wants to play. You know already, he likes women,” said Gavin which made all the men there snort in disapproval. “I told you to keep the snake in his cage, Gavin,” Gideon hissed. “Imagine if it was Kalista, she might give birth prematurely.” All the men there shuddered at the thought of Kalista with her big belly climbing a chair and running around the room being chased by Blacky. “Usually Blacky is very sweet,” Gavin defended against his snake which looked at the men around with its round eyes as its body squirmed about to come to its master.