The Black Hand Book Novels & Stories

She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl. " Hold your hands together so the cuts meet," he said. I turned and faced her, her pretty face was a charm on its own and I found myself struggling to concentrate. I stretched out my hands to her, she did the same and placed her cut palm on mine. A spark was felt and I knew she felt it as well. The fire began to burn so well. Our wolves began to collide and I was struggling to breathe. It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it.

Brecken said, and the flatness cracked slightly in the middle of the sentence, "inside your building, during your event, while you were standing next to her." "Yes," Lucian said. "The Black Hand." Cade looked at the coin. "Supposed to have been dismantled in 1987. Whoever's running them now has resources and a client willing to pay significantly." Lucian picked up the coin. Turned it once. Set it back.

It felt good to laugh again, even if it hurt my head. We settled on her couch, and I told her everything. The files. The ciphers. The names. The things no one was ever supposed to see. “I’ve unlocked so much, Raina,” I said, sliding the notepad across the table. “Detailed records of meetings. Blackmail lists. Offshore accounts. All connected to the Order.” Her eyes widened as she skimmed through the pages. “You’re kidding…” “And that’s not all,” I continued, my voice dropping. “There’s something called the Black Book, a hidden digital ledger. It documents every transaction, every cover-up, every crime. And it’s tied directly to Mr. Everhart.”

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.”

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

I pushed the door, expecting it to be locked, but it creaked open, revealing a small room lit by a single candle. The air inside was thick, smelling of dust and old paper. Shelves lined the walls, stuffed with books and scrolls, their edges yellowed. A table sat in the center, cluttered with strange objects—a cracked crystal, a dagger with a wolf’s head hilt, a leather-bound book with no title. My fingers brushed the book, and that warmth stirred again, stronger, like a pulse. I opened it, my hands shaking. The pages were filled with handwriting, sharp and slanted, like it was written in a hurry. Words jumped out—Lycan blood, shadow-born, cursed wolf. My heart stopped. I skimmed faster, catc

Their hands moved towards weapons. This was going to turn into a bloodbath. “Please,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against the glass. “Please do not do this.” But they could not hear me. No one could hear me. Dimitri took one step down the staircase. His voice dropped to a deadly calm. “Leave my house, brother. While you still can.” Alexei's hand moved to his gun. “Not without her.” Dimitri didn't flinch. He did not move. He simply turned to his men and gave the order that shattered what was left of their brotherhood. “Kill him.”

"It seems our pious lowland magistrates weren't just dabbling in minor tax fraud. They were running a full-scale black market for northern iron and suppressed bloodline artifacts." I stepped into the vault, my boots clicking sharply against the stone floor. The blue resonance beneath my skin hummed softly, a faint, rhythmic pulse that seemed to resonate with something buried deep within the stone walls. Beside me, Kaelen carried a stack of the ledger books we had seized upstairs, setting them down with a heavy thud onto a central oak sorting table.

Right onto the grey stone, slipping out from between the heavy parchment pages of my tactics manual, falls a thick black envelope stamped with a blood-red wax seal representing the Blackthorn Syndicate Territories. My entire body goes rigid. For a fraction of a second, the universe stops moving. Then I drop straight to my knees, snatching the dark parchment and shoving the crimson-sealed invitation back into the binding of the heavy tome. Why the hell are you panicking? I force my hands to stop trembling, taking a slow, deep breath to steady my racing heart. It's just parchment. It's not like a bloody silver dagger just rolled out across the floor. I finish jamming the rest of the leather st

He watched in astonishment when the wound closed and another arm grew in its place, the new hand was caressing a ball of fire, which unceremoniously Zachary threw at him with a deadly force hitting his torso, burning his skin. Zachary's other hand was wielding a black sword. Alexander grunted from the unexpected pain, however, his lycan rapidly healed him. But he was still feeling it. He could sense his muscles underneath burning. A deadly poison spell. If he had not possessed rapid healing abilities, he would be lifeless in a few seconds. -You are hurting! -I'm okay, mio amore. Stay hidden. This time his nemesis raced towards him, his red eyes full of hate. Alexander braced himself from the