The Man In Black Book Novels & Stories

The dense forest suddenly broke apart. A figure covered in the shadows walked out from within to block Chase's way. "Who are you?" Chase asked calmly. The man's face was covered. He was wearing a black cape that hid his face and aura. There was something eerie and sinister about him. Chase's eyes narrowed as he stared at the man. The man said coldly, "You can call me Man in Black. The three men you killed were my companions!" "Oh?" Chase smiled sardonically at this.

He was simply stating facts, and that made them hurt more. “I want to prove myself,” I said quietly. “I need to. For Adele. For the crown that was taken from me.” Tyson flicked ash from the cigarette. “Good. Because I need you to prove it too.” He looked at me directly. “Do you know about the Black Book?” I shook my head. “No.” He took one last drag and dropped the cigarette into the water. It hissed and disappeared. “It’s a book that holds the darkest secrets of the royal family. It will deliver the royal family straight to my hands.”

He didn’t like leaving Annie but he didn’t want to make her feel like shit. Annalise sighed and shook her head before wheeling herself to Mr. Black’s cubical. As soon as Mr. Black saw Annalise enter, he quickly shot up from his seat and walked up to her. Mr. Black was a man in his mid-fifties. His hair grey shined and he wore golden rimmed spectacles. His stomach bulged out of his body and he was a short man. “You must be Annalise. Mila had informed me about your arrival.” He said and guided her to his table and over a chair to make some space for her.

When they focused their gazes over, they noticed that the mysterious black clothed man’s face was burned severely to the point it was beyond recognition, and it was covered in red blisters, causing others to be utterly unable to see his true appearance clearly. “Yang Xiao, all of this is because of you. Remember, I will sooner or later return the endless pain that you have given me!” Stomp! Stomp! As soon as the mysterious man in black finished speaking, a church youth came up and handed him a yellowing ancient book.

' I thought I was hallucinating again, but the voice didn't sound like mom’s. I turned to my left. A man was sitting on the ledge beside me. He was dressed from head to toe in black—black cap, black jacket, black pants, black leather shoes. I thought I was looking at an extra from the set of 'Men In Black.' The only part of him that wasn't black was the glowing tip of a cigarette held between his fingers. I almost reached out a hand to push him, just to see if he was real. But the nicotine smell told me he was.

I heard the footsteps coming from both sides of me, but I didn’t care. They were about to grab me when a voice came through. “Enough.” It was just one word. But the room went silent immediately. The crowd parted. And through it walked a man in a black suit. There was power in his every step. Jesse Black. Rumor had it he was old money, with new power—his fortune rooted in global real estate, tech empires, and the kind of offshore accounts you couldn’t trace. Some said he had ties to the mafia. Others said his background was worse. No one dared confirm it nor did anyone dare to ask. I wondered what he was doing in such an event like this but I didn’t have much time to think.

I spun around, and that’s when I saw him. The man behind me. Holding a heavy stick dripping with blood. My blood. And the world went black.

A tall figure emerged through the darkness. He wore a long gray coat covered with faded ink stains. His hair was silver. His face looked calm. Ordinary. Yet something about him felt deeply unsettling. Around his neck hung dozens of broken keys tied together with a black thread. He smiled as if greeting old friends. "So..." "The White Book finally found its way back." His eyes rested on Adrian. "You've changed." Adrian tightened his grip on the pen. "Do I know you?" The man laughed quietly. "You did." "Before you chose to forget."

I gotta get out of here. I don’t want to see anymore. I don’t want to know anymore. My world has been utterly changed tonight. I stumble backward and trip over something heavy on the floor. I cry out, arms flailing, and fall into a pile of gardening tools that were hidden in the shadows. I scramble to my feet desperately, my feet kicking and sliding on loose bricks, shovels, and plants in neat little pots. Pain shoots through my legs, back, and shoulders in a dozen different places. I flail desperately, trying to find purchase on something – anything – that could help me get back upright. But before I can get up or move or hide, two large, rough, sweaty black hands grab the collar of my shir

The door opened. The man who walked in was older than me. His hair was grey at the temples, cut short and severe. His face was all sharp angles and hard lines, like it had been carved from stone with a blunt knife. His eyes were black. Completely black. No iris, no colour, just two pits of darkness that seemed to swallow the light around them. If I was the devil, this man was the Devil's uncle. He made me look like a kindergartner playing with toys. I was brutal. This man was ruthless.