The Black Hand Book Novels & Stories

Ama was contemplating an effective way to gain access to the Blackwoods mansion. Mr. Reynolds had already given her a file containing everything she needed to know about the family, and she had spent all of last night reviewing it and conducting her own research. The Blackwoods came from old money, which they gained from their construction business, and talent for creating unique art pieces. Which have aided them in their money laundering.

They didn't forget to send me pointless invites, but forgot to mention the one document I should know about, the one they signed with the mystics—without me. The moment I step into the inner hall, the room quiets like a flame snuffed out. The Elders are seated at the far end of the long table, wine-stained lips and smug little smiles wiped clean as they spot me. “You're here.” Henry, my grand-uncle doesn't bother hiding his displeasure at my presence. “Welcome, my child,” Another of the elders says, her voice familiar. No way. My lips curl into a genuine smile when my eyes land on her—Cilia, my mentor and the head of the Holomirs. Putting aside my anger, I walk over to her, planting a kiss o

His hands rested on his knees, gripping them tightly, as he struggled to steady his breaths. A black card lay before him on the ground, its surface adorned with bold, gold letters spelling out the unmistakable ‘S.’ The infamous Blacklist card—a harbinger of impending doom, signifying that the person who received it was about to endure the worst week, if not year, of their life. A tradition created by the alphas of the Shadowblood Territory. If anyone dared to offend alphas of Shadowblood territory, that person’s name appeared on the blacklist that was displayed on a big, glowing sign.

"Service. Loyalty. A vow written in your blood. I am the keeper of the Black Book, and I require hands in this world. You, Bianca, will be my hand. My voice. My weapon." The name, The Black Book made her blood run colder than ice. She had heard whispers of it, legends tangled with mafia oaths and blood moons. The book that devoured souls, the book men killed and died for. And now, its master was here. "I…" Her lips quivered. "If I say yes… I will see him again?" The shadow leaned close, its ember-eyes burning into hers. "More than see. You will cradle him, kiss him, raise him. The curse will vanish. All I require… is you."

He was simply stating facts, and that made them hurt more. “I want to prove myself,” I said quietly. “I need to. For Adele. For the crown that was taken from me.” Tyson flicked ash from the cigarette. “Good. Because I need you to prove it too.” He looked at me directly. “Do you know about the Black Book?” I shook my head. “No.” He took one last drag and dropped the cigarette into the water. It hissed and disappeared. “It’s a book that holds the darkest secrets of the royal family. It will deliver the royal family straight to my hands.”

He did not understand why the black hand was sealed to his rival's bones. "What's going on? Didn't that black hand appear to hold the bones? But now it seems like the black hand is protecting my rival's bones," the old man's mind was in turmoil as he watched everything unfold. The black hand was taller than the bones, but the seven different chains seemed to be trying to restrain the black hand, or more accurately, the black hand was trying to protect the bones from being sealed by the seven chains. "I really have to call the emperor. Maybe he understands what's happening here!" said the old Ci, preparing to go up and call Long Chen. But when he turned around, the old Ci saw that Long Chen h

“The council believes the cult is regrouping under a new creed. They call themselves the Twilight Hand.” Kaelira frowned. “They serve the Black Moon’s remnants.” “They claim to serve balance,” Senn corrected. “But their balance involves a great many corpses.” The bridge shuddered under a gust of wind. Somewhere far downstream thunder rolled. Zevran looked skyward. “Storm brewing.” “Not weather,” Kaelira said. “Magic.”

I reached out, my fingers trembling, and flipped the latch of the glove box. It clicked open with a sound that felt like a gunshot in the quiet car. There it was. A slim, black leather volume, bound in charcoal hide with no title on the cover. The Black Ledger. I gasped, the sound catching in my throat. I didn't even have to open it to feel the weight of the betrayal. I pulled the book out, holding it like it was a poisonous snake. "You had it," I whispered, my voice sounding hollow and strange. "You had it the entire time. The vault... the theft... Julian’s mercenaries... You let me believe we were losing everything. You let me believe my father was a liability because you already had the p

"She survived you. And today, Leo and I have come to collect the last piece of what you stole from her." Julian let out a harsh, rasping laugh that turned into a ragged cough against the cold air. "You think you’ve won because you froze my accounts in Zurich?" Julian spat, his bloodshot eyes shifting from me to Leo. "You know nothing! The Black Book in this vault doesn't just hold my records, Elara. It holds the names of every board member who took a bribe, every judge who signed a secret warrant, and every bank that laundered St. Claire capital!

This is insane! “What specific orders did the man in black give them?” Arga pressed, his eagle-like eyes growing darker and more penetrating. “He ordered them to burn everything inside the house without leaving anything behind, and to make sure the occupants couldn’t take any valuables out with them,” the inspector explained firmly. “The man in black also emphasized that they had to find a book. If that item was burned to ashes, their mission would be considered a complete success.” Upon hearing the police officer’s explanation, Alya instinctively clutched the cloth bag on her lap containing her grandmother’s ancient recipe book. Her entire body began trembling violently.