The Blacktongue Thief Novels & Stories

They are wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter. “Good evening.” I answer. “Do you need help?” They fake a shy smile and run their fingers through their long hair. One of them places her hand on the Black Tiger’s shoulder, “What’s your name?” she asks with a melodious tone. I can't stop staring at her hand and I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen. The Black Tiger doesn't seem to care. He peacefully takes his glass and sips his martini. The other girl moves next to him and tightens her arms around her sides to bring out her chest. Pitiful.

The strong remnant power of the water column rushed over in an instant, cutting off the area within 50 kilometers and sending Zephyr Khan flying. Rumble! He could vaguely see a huge phantom slowly appearing behind him. It was the Black Tortoise. The Black Tortoise was extremely ferocious. It roared to the sky and swallowed everything in an instant. "Damn b*stard..." Zephyr Khan cursed coldly in his heart. He took a fierce look at the Black Tortoise and made up his mind. "Wait, I must roast you!" With a cold light in his eyes, Zephyr Khan landed on an ancient city in front of him without looking back.

"I told my boys I needed to question you once you woke up, and they grabbed the entire barrel of rain water, chucking it on you.” “Who are you?” I steadied my voice as best as possible, but a shiver from the chilled air on my drenched state robbed me of that. “The name is Thorin. Alpha Thorin Winslow. I am the Alpha of the Blackfoot Rogues. You were trespassing.” “This is unclaimed territory.” “Wrong. It’s rogue territory, so unless you’ve disbanded, I don’t think you can call yourself a rogue.” Thorin smirked in amusement.

Nothing more. The main hall was exactly what I had expected, all dark wood and darker stone, with weapons mounted on every wall like trophies. Banners bearing the Shadowfang crest, a wolf's head surrounded by thorns, hung from the rafters. And seated on a throne that looked carved from a single piece of obsidian was Dante Blackthorne himself. He had changed the clothes he wore during the massacre. Now he wore black leather and dark cloth that made him look like a shadow given form. But those blue eyes were the same, cold fire that tracked my every movement as the guards forced us to our knees before him.

Curses be damned, because I would not—could not—be tied to this reckless, mouthy creature who knew nothing of silence, of obedience. My fingers tightened around his throat, feeling the way he swallowed beneath my grip. Fragile. Breakable. A whore playing at defiance. I leaned in, my breath a whisper against his lips. “Not only are you a thief, but you’re a whore too.” His hands, still braced against my thighs, pressed flat, trembling even though he tried to hide it. I let my claws lengthen, the sharp tips biting into his flesh, drawing thin lines of blood that dripped onto the stone floor. A warning. A promise.

“Not this time.” Before he could counter, a sharp whistle sliced through the night. Figures began to emerge from the trees—dozens of them, dressed in black, weapons reflecting the firelight. Their leader stepped forward, imposing and unnaturally calm. Thorne Victor. A chill ran through me. The hunters were here. Kaïden’s lips curled in a grin that was part snarl. “Looks like the rats finally showed their faces.” Thorne’s voice reached us easily, smooth and icy. “We’ve always been here, King Blackwood. You just chose not to see.” His eyes flicked to me, and a sinister smile appeared. “And there’s our little omega. Just as the prophecy foretold.”

' We’re 'Fighting' the 'Original-Parasite'. Dominic Thorne, the "Ice-King-Eternal," felt his "Vantablack-Indigo" anchor "Syncing" with the "Dissonance." He saw the "Residue" as a "Systemic-Infection" on the "Universal-Standard." He was the "Sovereign-Immunity."

But One look at her and it was enough to let me know that how tired she was. I might have spent not that much time with her, but it was enough to know her completely. That's why I figured out the tired body Infront of me covered in all black. Celine was wearing black off-shoulder crop top paired with black flared jeans along with black earing, black sunglasses and black heel boots.

“I can't simply break into the vault. I need to get close enough to Raymond to use his fingerprint” I glanced at my tool box and a huge smile formed on my face. I have my almighty fingerprint lifting tape so that would be an easy pssy. I put the map back into the toolbox and jumped onto the bed, giggling like a crazy woman. The thought of getting my hands on the Neon Diamond and reclaiming my position in the House of Hades felt too good. I couldn't even contain my excitement. Raymond had no idea what was coming for him. I smiled to myself. “By the time I'm done, you'll understand why nobody ever crosses Silent Mira.”

"Do you know that kidnapping is illegal? What do you think this is—your private backyard where you can just grab whoever you want? Let me go right now, or I'm calling the cops! I unleashed a torrent of every Crisean curse I had ever learned and phrases he couldn't understand, until I was practically spraying spit in his face. He did not get mad and barely frowned. As he quietly watched me vent, the cold smile in his eyes deepened. When I was finally hoarse from yelling, he said in flawless, Lemurian-accented Canverlian, "Are you done cursing?" Then, in his broken, clumsy Crisean, he repeated my words one by one in a tone that sounded innocent and confused, "Fucking… wrong… with you?" As he t