Novel & Cerita The Blacktongue Thief

But as usual, he wouldn't be getting anything from me. "Theron Blackmoor," Thane greeted, his lips curving into a smirk. "Or should I say… the Phantom King of Diamonds?" I didn’t smile. "If you’re here for a share, you’re wasting your time." I said, cutting the chase. Thane’s smirk didn’t waver. "Now, now. No need to be hostile. I come with an offer, not demands." I took my seat across from him, my fingers tapping once against the polished table. "Speak."

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

“I heard about you. Megumi, right? Just formed a gang called Phantom? I’m sure that you feel like a big shot, but I run the streets and you should get that into your head….” He trailed off his hand scratching his neck and he pulled out a dart and he turned to Takashi who had a pipe in his hand. “W-what?” and he fell. Megumi stood up immediately. “Did you kill him?!” “No” he replied. “Good. Let’s go!” she pushed him back to the bike and they were gone before reinforcements could arrive. Getting back to the base they could already hear the sound of victory and excited chattering. “How did it go?” Karou approached them.

The vibration settles about three feet from my left boot, right in the center of my caribou bedding. "What manner of vermin did they set loose in my den?" I murmur, lifting the slate high to let the display's glare flood the dark sheets. A massive Blacktide adder, its neck fully flared into a hood of iridescent scales, glares back at me with unblinking, emerald eyes. It is already coiled, its lethal weight shifting to launch. If my wolf hadn't broken through my sleep cycle due to the servant's retreating tracks, my throat would already be liquefying from its fangs.

The two were locked in combat, their powers colliding in a whirlwind of light and shadow. Blackthorn retaliated with a wave of shadows, aiming for Alex’s legs. The tendrils coiled around him, attempting to bring him down. But Alex, with sheer strength, tore through them, sending shards of darkness scattering like dust. “I won’t let you take her!” he roared, his voice echoing with determination. Blackthorn’s eyes narrowed, his expression twisting into one of rage. “You think you can protect her? I’ll show you just how powerless you are!” With a swift motion, he unleashed a psychic attack, his Nightmare Projection wrapping around Alex’s mind, exploiting his deepest fears.

The unlucky newt's lips spread into a happy smile, his gaze was enchanted, his mind was drugged by singing. The girl pressed her palms to her throat, feeling the cuts of the gills with her fingers. “It's not me singing!” she realized with fright and dropped her gaze lower, seeing a slimy pale gray tail instead of the usual legs. No marine inhabitant had such a tail. There were rough stitches on the stomach, as if the limb had been hastily sewn to the body, and white webbing was visible between the black nails fingers. Nocté touched her face and was horrified: it belonged to a stranger in whose body she found herself, and it was her song that the unfortunate was lured to. “Go away, mind your

“Orion?” “He was a hybrid wolf and a powerful warlock. For gold coins and Euvens, he would do anything and everything. He promised me that he would find a way to break the magic of the crown and then steal the throne. I deserve it. Mateo Storm is weak and useless. He wouldn’t know what to do with the kingdom, or how to keep the dragons in line.” His mother whispered something and he laughed. “Remember, the crown is more precious than everything else,” Tymeria Blackstone said.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

She lay there, coughing up black bile, her red eyes dimming. ​The Escape: The Shadow’s Retreat ​Thorne scrambled to his feet, his grey robes smoking. He looked at the triplets—Leo, standing over the shards of the blade; Maya, her gold light finally breaking through the Elders' dampening; and Ren, the violet god of the Void. ​"This isn't over," Thorne wheezed, clutching a hidden transmitter. "The Silverpack is already divided. The seed of the Blight is in the water, in the soil... in your very bones."

Her wolf, Thena, has been jumping up and down in joy, urging her to accept her mate but the girl is adamant on killing the Prince. Mate? He is her mate? This has to be the sickest joke of her life! “What is your name?” He asks. The girl does not reply so he presses his foot more on her throat. Despite feeling the pain, she remains quiet. Lavi’s cold expression does not soften at her state. There is no pity in either of them and they are hell bent on breaking each other. He takes out a token from his pocket. “This fell out of your cloak,” he says. “The emblem of the Black Jacks. An assassin’s guild, am I correct?”