Simon Blackquill Novels & Stories

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

He simply smirks at Forsyth, "Didn't know you were a pussy," Simon taunted. Forsyth released his grip and backed away. He tilted his head and looked out of the cavern. "Say hello to my dear friend." With this, he left the cavern at a high level of speed. The smirk on Simon's lips crumples. He couldn't believe the blackwink that awakened was Forsyth's blackwink. Blackwink wasn't just the name of an object or a sculpture, it was a name four sets of people gave themselves. And among all four, Forsyth was the most cunning.

Lovie's point was noted and all was able to work accordingly even when the plan was about to fall out but we still used our intelligence to cover that up. ********( Simon residence) " What a nice time and day to enjoy myself" Simon stood outside the pack house with a smile in him and still his evil thoughts within me. He just looked honest and nice from his physical appearance but within him his a killer and destroyer of life. His hobby was killing and he hated peace in any single person life. He is a blood-sucking demon he uses female and male blood to bathe and enjoy then scream for their life. His phone buzzed right from his pocket then he dipped his hand into it with a smile and brought

“You’re delusional!” “Oh, but am I? Let’s see… Simon Black, 25. Has been your employee since you opened this dump. Wonder what he’d think of you when he realizes you were responsible for his boyfriend’s downfall. How easy would it be for someone like me to destroy his coaching career? Dave? That’s his name?” Cold. I felt cold, like the last drop of my blood was drained out.

Did you see how pissed he looked after that? "Yeah," Simon said. He still could not explain how he felt he knew these people. He made a mental note to look up Peter Brooklyn's website where he explained the intricacies of reincarnation. "I'm going to check out the restaurant to see if I might spot him there," Simone said, filling the silence. "Are you interested in coming along?" "Not today," he replied. "I have an important business meeting online that I need to attend." "Okay see you around later then," she said, getting up.

God indeed knows how to make fun of people. He went to the closet to get his things and quickly changed. A true black suit with the name of a bloodthirsty cold knife. He is now Levi Simon, the president of Robin, the leader of Fenisk's pack. He is no longer the warm Simon, always loving her alone. Stepping to the elevator, he dialed the number of the first floor and went inside. Before that, he had been diagnosed by a doctor that he would live a vegetative life for the rest of his life if he did not wake up today.

Callum has strawberry blonde hair and has a fair skin tone, his face is more chiselled than Luke’s and he is the smallest of the four but he knows how to pack a punch. Finally there is Simon, he is a skinny guy who is just starting out to define his muscles, he has light brown hair and green eyes and his face is very soft. “Any problems today gents?” I ask as Brian shakes his head. “No sir, he has been quiet the whole day. I think his body is slowly shutting down.” I nod my head as I walk towards the vault doors, “Simon bring me a bottle of water and bread. Let's see if we can make him talk while dangling something he needs in front of him.”

Jesus, I must be far, far drunker than I thought. He holds his hand out. “I’m Lucas Craven.” I just stare at him. He gives me a puzzled look and starts to move his hand away. I quickly put my hand out and shake his warm solid, calloused hand. “I-I’m Lilly, Lillian Blackwood”, I stutter, geez Lill, get a grip, remember he’s a douche bag that just spilled shit all over you…. still, he’s a good-looking douche bag. “I know, I’ve been watching you. I mean, I watched you sing.” He smiles ruefully, pointing at the stage, “You sound amazing.”

He really had the guts to spit out sensational sh*t to his followers. "Sister Emily…" I gripped my ear as I began to hear Momo's voice. I tossed my head around hoping his voice would fade away but it only made it worse. My ears bled, the pain intense as I fell to the ground. "The Witch is down, this might just be our time to end her once and for all." The clashing sound of metals behind me sent shivers down my spine. Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble.

“Two words: Crescent Shade. ” I paused. “What?" His gaze locked on mine as he spoke in a halting voice. “Spencer Auster. That's his name, and that's all you're getting from me. He definitely wouldn't mind this. ” I snarled, pressing my claws deeper. "Tell me more. " Simon's voice dropped to a whisper. "He's going to kill… Every. Single. One. Of. You. " As I considered my next move, Simon's body tensed, and he jabbed an unseen dagger into