The Black Hand Book Novels & Stories

"Bleeding? I just got here. I haven't even seen a bed." "An Aurelius does not cry, Phineas. An Aurelius bleeds others." Aurelius turned his back, his voice echoing off the glass. "Learn it, or go back to Lucian’s collar. The choice remains." The morning air in the training yard was a razor. It lunged into Phineas’s lungs, cold and unforgiving. "Is this the Little King?" A man with a jagged scar running from his ear to his chin stepped into the light. Behind him stood twelve others, dressed in tactical black, their eyes flat and clinical. The Black Hand unit. These weren't pack guards. They were monsters in human skin.

Luke studied her for a second. “He’s not.” Rose’s gaze sharpened. “Meaning?” Luke pushed off the desk, pacing once before stopping in front of her. “He is part of the notorious Blackhand mafia that runs Westwood City. He is my only connection in. No one has ever seen the Don before. Mr. Midnight is my only connection to him.” “So, you’re telling me they are extremely dangerous?” He looked at her long and hard. “You ever run into a vampire before?” Rose blinked.

The rest of the busy room always seemed to blur into static whenever he looked at me that way. Dangerous. Very dangerous. Harmony suddenly gasped, her fingers tightening violently around her books. "Oh my God." I shifted my stance away from her. "What now?" She pointed a rigid finger toward the heavy book still sitting on the shelf between us. "The creepy history book." I followed her gesture, my pulse quickening slightly as I read the faded gold lettering on the spine: The Founding Families of Black Hollow. Right. The entire reason I had wandered over to this dusty section in the first place.

The pain shot straight to my clit. “Please…” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for. He slapped my breast lightly, making it jiggle. “You don’t get to beg yet. You take what I give you.” He shoved two thick fingers back into my pussy without warning, pumping them deep and fast. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he finger-fucked me roughly, his thumb grinding against my clit. The wet, squelching sounds were humiliatingly loud. “So fucking tight,” he growled. “And so wet. Being blackmailed turns you on, doesn’t it, Miss Voss? Knowing I own you now. Knowing I can make you do anything I want.”

The woman who, according to village whispers, once worked for the Blackwell family… and vanished decades ago. I touched the cover. It was cold—unlike the warm board above it. Opening it, the first page was covered in tight, slanted handwriting in black ink, fading at the edges. > This book is not for the eyes of outsiders. If you are reading it, you are already part of the game. I swallowed hard. Game? My eyes skimmed further. The pages were full of what looked like prophecies, some crossed out, some marked with sharp X’s.

However, it was too late now. Nicholas kept inching closer and closer to me. Then, he stomped on my right hand and kept stomping on it with all his might. The pain was so great that I couldn't even make a sound anymore. Tears flooded my eyes at once. Nicholas' figure turned blurry in my vision. Now, he looked even more like a monster to me. I tried to pull my hand back, but it was to no avail. I felt terror spreading through my chest. My hand!

Black titanium moonstone ring gold-veined black gold, original Chapter One ring, now clear white heart gold vein, original and final both, pulses with blank deed baby handprint. Kael Wolfe Blackwood kneels with me on clear SoHo stone, Tom Ford black suit torn, black shirt open, silver chain bloody, wolf tattoo collarbone running slow sleep clear, gold eyes pure soft sleep clear staring at blank deed baby handprint, same gold. Burning hot hands human warm and burning both together, both at same time since baby handprint Chapter Eighteen, now clear warm, cedar and rain scent sharp with future dust.

Takes the infusion book from her hand before she put it down on the table and starts flipping the pages and she watches for a little bit and continues. “This is the Black book which contains all the elemental magic there is, it is quite heavy too, I think this is the one you should start reading before you read any other book personal because this one starts from how to use every magic attribute there is! And it has been passed down for centuries longer than the other.” The book grasps his attention and he reaches over for it, but rather Takada sets it down on the table and presses on it.

This life… still feels unreal. Ethan didn’t stop there. When they reached the counter, he didn’t step forward. He didn’t take the card. Instead—he let her handle it. “Use it,” he said simply from where he sat at the lounge, relaxed, composed, as if this was nothing. As if this was normal. Belle froze. The black card in her hand suddenly felt heavier than all the bags she carried combined. Her fingers tightened around it as she approached the counter, her steps hesitant. A thin sheen of sweat formed on her forehead despite the cool air inside the boutique.

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.