The Black Hand Book Novels & Stories

Black The Origin Chapter 32: Elite of the elites "Alkhun!" It was Amari's voice who called out. "You done?" She asked and ALkhun nodded. "Almost." He said as he picked the book under his bed. "That was a large book. You sure gonna bring it?" Amari asked looking at the thick book Alkhun was holding. It was alkhun most prized possession. He did it behind his back and smiled saying... "Hmmm...Not really I'm just gonna put it somewhere safe." He said he can't leave it just under his table.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Black-hand was a ruthless man who had seen his fair share in cruelty. However, the moment he locked eyes with Jate, it felt as if he were struck by lightning. His heart down heavily and fear took over his senses. It was a fear that chilled him to the bones, just like how a small helpless animal run into the mighty king of the jungle. Black-hand realized that he dared not to lie. He whispered with difficulty. "I-its..... it's Mr. Clarkson who instructed me to do so."

"I feel everything and nothing at the same time." "It's normal," he removed his glasses. "did you talk?" "Not really. I couldn't afford to set eyes on him for long." "I understand you," he brought out a plain burgundy book from a stack of other books that was on his left side and forwarded it to Louisa, "THE TALES OF A PAST, by Dick Malcolm, when your mum and I began to fall apart after the incident happened..." he admirably smiled at Louisa, "I read this book often. Every day and night. I was furious to the bone, yes, like any other person in my shoes would but ended up realizing that I was the root of the cause and encasing so much anger will do no good to me or my family."

In fact, I felt guilty, like I had messed up the window. “I guess we have to thank the witches for their amazing powers,” he said. I nod my head, walking to the books. “So, where do we find books about Lux?” I asked. “This library contains books about past alphas and everything they did. I have never come across Lux books,” he said. “So, how do we find it?” I asked.

“We’ll do it your way. But we need to move fast. And we need to keep everyone safe.” I glanced at Rina, who was still standing in the doorway, her body tense, her eyes wary. “Do you know who’s behind this?” I asked her. She swallowed, clearly hesitating. “I know their name,” she said softly, almost to herself. “The Black Hand.” The name sent a chill through me. I’d heard of them. Everyone had. They were a shadow organization, known for pulling strings in the underworld, manipulating events from the shadows. They were ruthless. Powerful. And they were the last people I wanted after me.

“She brought him into our world—a world I was also initiated into, but abound by every goddamn rule—shared our secrets with him. But Blackwell was not content with the power he was given. He hungered for more, for the kind of power that only the most ancient and dangerous magic could provide.” Demika’s heart races as she listens, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. “The Book of Shadows,” she whispers, a sense of foreboding settling over her. Granny Minama nods. “Yes, the Book of Shadows. It was an ancient tome, passed down through generations of Wiccans, containing spells, incantations, and rituals that were not meant for mortal hands. Your mother knew the dangers of the book

One day, during a business entertainment outing, I accompanied a client to the city's largest club. A casual glance and my eyes met a familiar gaze. Under the dim, intimate purple lights, Xander was dressed in a cheap, revealing leather outfit as he entertained an older man. That old man clearly had peculiar tastes. His lecherous eyes were glued to Xander as if ready to take him by force at any moment. Probing and sardonic gazes continuously fell upon him from nearby. At that moment, Xander was nothing more than a commodity awaiting appraisal and purchase. Beneath his forced smile lay deep disgust and fear.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

It is time. Yes, it is time. What she had been expecting had finally come. Why does Alessia want The Black Book? The legendary Black Book contains the past histories of each leader of the powerful Mafia families — The Dante's who were in charge of hard drugs, the Russo's who were in charge of assassinations, the Fernandez's who were in charge of illegal oil business and the Santini’s who were in charge of assassinations too. Only with the help of The Black Book would she be able to achieve her aim. Her goal is to utilize the secrets in the Black Book to protect her growing family and play the other mafia families dirty.