Vane Black Sails Novels & Stories

"What are you going to do with Vane?" "Vane is a soldier, not a politician," I said, closing the book and fastening the clasp. "He respects strength, hierarchy, and ancestral law. If he believes he is here to rescue an Alpha, he will fight to the death. But if he learns his elder made him a pawn in an assassination plot, his loyalty to the Blackthorn bloodline will override his orders." I walked over to the hearth, stoking the embers until a warm, steady flame pushed back the chill of the room.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

"Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him. ...

But the calm was deceptive—even as Cole and Lila stood frozen with their hands outstretched, a wave of dark energy washed over Balance’s Gate, causing the floating platforms to shake and the bridges of light to flicker. From the sky above, ships made of black crystal descended—hundreds of them, their hulls etched with symbols of conquest and control. At their head flew a vessel larger than any building in the city, its prow shaped like a snarling wolf’s head that glowed with sickly green light. “Alpha Vance,” Cole whispered, stumbling backward as pain shot through his chest. He had been feeling weak for weeks—his body, restored to mortal form after so long as a guardian, was struggling to ho

He leaned forward and spat a thick, viscous wad of saliva directly onto the glass between us. “You’re an old cargo, Croft!” he screamed, his voice cracking. “A rotting ship! I’m coming for you! I’m coming for both of you! You hear me? YOU’RE DEAD!” I didn’t flinch. I simply looked at the spit slowly sliding down the partition, a perfect symbol of his entire existence: base, ugly, and ultimately inconsequential.

"She's nothing but a baby machine." I sat there, completely still, watching until the video ended. When the screen went dark, I saved it calmly. Then I transferred another payment to the account from the fake-death company, as if settling a debt I couldn't put into words. Even after the video ended, I found myself staring at the screen. The aurora's surreal colors were frozen in place, impossible to look away from. On the day Callum proposed, he embraced me and vowed, "One day, I'll take you to Veyra Falls to see the northern lights. You've always dreamed of going, right?"

CHELSEA I glance through the documents for the meeting with the AI tech firm. I file the numbers into my head. My thighs ache from sitting on the toilet seat for too long. The white background of the page on the burner phone illuminates the small toilet stall faintly. I tap the send button and send the files to Ilya. If I get caught, I'm toast. I tuck the burner phone into the pocket of my trousers and leave the toilet, flushing the closed toilet to fulfill all righteousness.

The turbines seized, and the craft began a slow, graceful plunge toward the ocean below. Isabella’s face finally broke. For the first time, she showed fear. As the transport fell, she screamed a name—not Sabizina’s, but a name that made Rage’s blood run cold. "Viktor! Save the samples!" The transport hit the water and vanished into the foam. Five minutes later, the black Vane helicopter cleared the cliffs of Aethelgard just as the villa slid completely into the sea. A massive whirlpool formed, sucking the "Project" and the ghost of Vanessa Vane into the crushing depths.

She had been with the Don for the longest time and it was safe to know she was not someone to mess around with. “Empty the Tanks” Madam Grace orders. Kelly did not know what they were taking off or who the old lady was referring to as she shrugged her shoulders attempting to walk away when heavy water like an angry avalanche knocked her down to her feet. Kelly tried screaming but her words would not come out, she was soulfully drowning in moving water. Never would she have thought such was possible but here she was drowning in water flowing from her head. She tried moving but the volume and speed of the water did not decrease no matter how many places she shifted to.

She was his mate, and instead of loving her, he banished her when she killed the love of his life...