The Black Sparrow Ao3 Novels & Stories

I groaned glaring at my reflection in the mirror, toothbrush in hand. My wolf and I were at it again, all she could think about is Aamon, Aamon this, Aamon that. To her it seems Aamon is this very perfect god, with no flaws at all. "He should stop being so arrogant," I argued, foam spilling from my mouth. "It's so annoying." "But his arrogance is sexy?" my wolf cooed from my mind. I could tell she was already blushing, she always did so when ever that scumbag Aamon Blackwood was mentioned.

CHAPTER 7 ARIA’S POV The snow clung to my fur in thick, wet clumps by the time we reached the edge of the borderlands. The run back from the Ashborne ruins had left my muscles aching, but the heat in my chest was stronger than the cold. Not the kind of heat that warmed you, the kind that burned, like embers buried deep under your ribs. Betrayal had a taste, I decided. It was sharp, metallic, like blood you bite down on. And Kaiden Blackthorn’s name was on every drop of it.

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

there's a lot what ifs running through my mind but it seems like the air got stuck inside my throat because no sound is incurring from me ,as if I just lost my voice seeing Janice on gun point. its a live video or video call showing a man dressed all black like a Sniper aiming a gun far from Janice but I can see her clearly from there, outside the bookstore with her friends talking, laughing on something totally unaware of her surroundings.Is he going to shoot her, no no no this can't be happening.sweat starts forming on my forehead and neck in anticipation. seeing I am not in the condition to talk Maxwell said "he is trevon ,my friend ,he is a Sniper you know.just waiting for my call to com

gesture. ‘Hmph! Astar Levi, I shall not be fooled by your honey trap again! This bro is not that casual! The only person this bro will service is his legally wedded spouse!’ Blackie, ‘Should I remind my host that his wedding is in three days?’ 🤔

Aurora POV Today is the happiest day of my life. My 18th birthday, the day I’m to be mated to the Alpha of our pack, Moonfall Damon Blackthorn. The day I dreamt of all my life, for as long as I can remember, I was raised as a slave who was never to have dreams and hopes. Slaves were the lowest of the low. We could be used for any purpose, whether willingly or not, and we have no right to complain or make a fuss.

The Sparrow tensed, clearly calculating escape routes. "There won't be another Cataclysm," Casie said with certainty she didn't entirely feel. "We're not weapons to be fired or contained. We're people trying to build something better." "Noble sentiments," the Sparrow replied, suddenly going limp in her grasp. "But the Order doesn't deal in sentiments. They deal in certainties." Too late, Casie sensed the magical surge building around them. A blinding flash erupted between their bodies, sending her flying backward. By the time her vision cleared, the Sparrow had vanished, leaving only the metal emblem on the ground.

“Like I was in heaven for five seconds, then an angel slapped me and told me to go to hell.” “Sounds about right,” Thorne says. “So what are you gonna do?” The big guy glowers down at me, like it’s his place to lecture me on the subject of my girl. “Because we’re all rooting for you, here. Well, rooting for her, really, so we’re rooting for you to get your head out of your ass and treat her right,” Raven says. I sigh. “Show her how I feel. Somehow.” “How do you feel?” asks Raven. “I know, I know, she’s your fated mate, the one destined for you to find. But that’s not the end of the story, it’s the beginning. How do you feel about Billie Black, the person?”

“But... Sarah...” Her eyes met his. And he saw it. That flicker of something wild. Something familiar. Like a phantom behind a racing visor. Darius blinked, stunned. “Wait… no way...” “Yes.” Her jaw clenched. “I’m Sparrow.” He stared at her, speechless for a moment. Sparrow. The nameless, faceless legend from the underground circuits. The one he’d tried to chase down after a glimpse of her silhouette speeding into the night. He’d searched for her. Dreamed about her. Obsessed.

He grunted, his hand grabbing my neck the next instance. "I have no idea… He just crawled out of a book." I said as his grip on my neck tightened. His dreadlocks began to rise; the couple of rings attached to each hair began to glow. The chirping of birds ceased at once; they had all fled after feeling the intense, sinister aura erupting from him. "Damian?" "Don't call me that…" He suddenly withdraws; he walks towards the sea once more, holding out his left hand, which keeps burning.