The Black Swan Helmsley Novels & Stories

Damien Black sat behind my desk. The CEO of Blackstone Holdings who has been trying to destroy Rivera Enterprise for years. Of all the people in the world, Damien Black was the last man I expected to see tonight. He sat on my chair as if it belonged to him, clicking his hands gently on the table. His broad shoulders blocked the light streaming in from the windows. He was taller than I remembered, broad-shouldered and more masculine than he looked in the magazines. Dark hair brushed carelessly over his forehead, and his sharp jawline made him look like he had been carved from stone. And those eyes, cold. Observant, predatory. When he noticed someone entering, his gaze lifted slowly, pinning m

Francis wouldn’t dare harm her. Still, my wolf didn’t like her being anywhere I couldn’t scent her. The absence of her scent gnawed at me. Silence settled in the car, heavy and thick until Collins’s voice cut through. “Alpha Nathan.” We had arrived. I stepped out, and noticed Ken’s breath caught. Towering above us stood the Hemsworth Group headquarters, A single powerful skyscraper tall enough to scrape the sky. Taller than every building around it. He was filled with awe as he stared at it.

The building was located in Zurich’s financial district. A tall glass structure overlooking the river.“Looks like an investment firm,” she said.“It is.”Evelyn looked closer at the name of the building.“Helvetic Capital Group.”Jesse nodded and said which is interesting.“Why?” Evelyn asked.“Because Helvetic Capital officially manages only public investment funds.”Evelyn frowned.“So the secret accounts…”“…aren’t supposed to exist.”She leaned against the desk.“Classic.”Jesse checked the time.“The meeting starts tomorrow evening.”Evelyn raised an eyebrow.

“He’ll strike where it hurts most. And right now, that’s here.” The room fell still. Elias’s gaze sharpened. “We’ll monitor every approach. I’ll have security doubled.” Luca nodded once. “Good. Because men like Crane always send warnings first.” Hours later, the mansion felt like it was holding its breath. I tried to sleep but woke to faint footsteps and murmured voices. Following them, I found Elias in his study, speaking into the phone. “Yes,” he said. “Sell everything tied to Blackwood. If he sinks, we don’t go down with him. And make sure Evelyn’s name stays untouched.”

I only searched the crowd with fevered eyes for Zevarion. “Silence!” Xareth’s voice boomed like thunder, silencing the crowd instantly. Even the crackling flames seemed to hush in obedience to his command. A moment passed, then Alpha Thorne stepped forward, sword still in hand, his eyes fixed on Xareth with cold fury. “Who are you, and what do you seek?” he demanded. Xareth smirked. “I am Xareth, Alpha of Crimson Dusk,” his tone mocking yet imperial. “And I’ve come to take control of Sable Howl.”

Quillion growled and was about to charge in to aid them when a deafening roar shook the ground. A military-grade helicopter emerges from the horizon. Alpha Barkus, the leader of the Black Huntsmen wolf pack, stormed onto the scene. His sharp eyes fixed on a nearby vehicle emblazoned with the Black Order’s insignia. Oblivious to its occupants, Alpha Barkus commands the pilot to fire at the vehicle. Quillion felt everything was in slow motion. Velmont's eyes widened in horror. He opened his mouth to shout at them, but it was too late. Vesper, Alpha Qillalon, the hunters, and the Headmaster were surprised by the missile aimed at them.

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…"

"You’ve wanted this merger to fail." "I wanted to run it myself," Helena corrected coldly. "But a federal prosecution of our Senior Counsel ruins the Knight-Monroe merger. If the feds drag Damaris out, the international ports pull their contracts. Everything this family has built turns to ash. I am a Knight, Selah. I will protect this family’s legacy—even if it means giving you the weapon to save it." Helena reached into her coat, pulled out a small slip of paper with a handwritten address, and set it on the foyer table.