Chapter 6
Author: Crown
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“Captain Black—no,” Master Luca Blackwood corrected gently, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “You’re far too stiff for my taste. Rise. We’re not on a battlefield, and I’m no king to kneel for.”

He gestured toward a chair nearby. “Sit. Let’s speak as men.”

I moved to follow him—but halfway there, his step faltered.

It was subtle. A hitch in his breath. A moment where the weight of his own body betrayed him.

“Sir—” I caught him just as his knees buckled, my arm sliding around his back before he could hit the floor.

His weight was lighter than I expected.

“Are you alright?” I asked, steadying him.

He waved it off, though he leaned into me more than pride would have liked. “It’s nothing,” he said, voice calm, almost amused. “Everyone has an end, Soren. Mine’s simply stopped pretending it’s far away.”

There was no fear in his tone. Just acceptance.

“This body’s carried me through wars, blood, and things history prefers to forget,” he went on quietly. “But even black Raptor can’t outrun
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  • Chapter 6

    “Captain Black—no,” Master Luca Blackwood corrected gently, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “You’re far too stiff for my taste. Rise. We’re not on a battlefield, and I’m no king to kneel for.”He gestured toward a chair nearby. “Sit. Let’s speak as men.”I moved to follow him—but halfway there, his step faltered.It was subtle. A hitch in his breath. A moment where the weight of his own body betrayed him.“Sir—” I caught him just as his knees buckled, my arm sliding around his back before he could hit the floor.His weight was lighter than I expected.“Are you alright?” I asked, steadying him.He waved it off, though he leaned into me more than pride would have liked. “It’s nothing,” he said, voice calm, almost amused. “Everyone has an end, Soren. Mine’s simply stopped pretending it’s far away.”There was no fear in his tone. Just acceptance.“This body’s carried me through wars, blood, and things history prefers to forget,” he went on quietly. “But even black Raptor can’t outrun

  • Chapter 5

    They dragged me deeper into the villa, the blindfold tight over my eyes, stealing sight but not awareness. I didn’t need vision. The floor told its own story beneath my boots—the subtle tilt of corridors, the shift from stone to polished wood. The air kept changing too. Cool. Warm. Dry. Filtered. Controlled.Elevators gave themselves away every time. That faint drop in my gut. The low hum riding up my spine.This wasn’t a villa.It was a fortress built to confuse, to trap, to swallow people whole.And yet, my focus stayed sharp.Black Raptor.A name spoken like a warning in the underworld. Not a man you hunted—one who allowed himself to be found. A shadow wearing flesh. People said meeting him meant you were already dead and just hadn’t realized it yet.The guards tightened their grip, fingers digging into muscle. Iron hands. Silent men. Smart ones. But they were uneasy. I felt it in their steps, too quick, too stiff. Their breathing betrayed them.They knew whose house this was.And

  • Chapter 4

    Noctis Villa.)The car’s engine died, leaving an eerie silence that made the villa loom even larger. I stepped out, adjusted my suit, and let my gaze sweep over Villa Noctis.Perched on the northern edge of town, the villa’s walls were tall, jagged, and crowned with iron spikes. Its reputation wasn’t the sort that thrived in rumors alone; it had teeth. Politicians, power brokers, even law enforcement treated it like sacred ground, careful to tiptoe where others might dare stomp. Law here wasn’t law—it was whatever the owner decreed.Legends clung to the villa like smoke. Some whispered it was the seat of a mafia lord, a devil clothed in Armani. Others swore men had vanished after crossing its gates, only to resurface days or weeks later—dumped in forests, rivers, or abandoned alleys, their fate a warning etched in fear.I scanned the perimeter. The guards didn’t move, but I felt them. Their presence was sharp, lethal. Tailored suits hid weapons like a magician’s sleeve hides tricks: k

  • chapter 3

    Lyra jolted awake, her small body twisting violently. Convulsions racked her limbs for a moment before her head tipped forward, and thick, dark blood spilled from her mouth. Then, as suddenly as it started, her body went still. Calm, but fragile.Mara pressed herself to Lyra, wrapping arms tight around her trembling frame, burying her face in her daughter’s hair. Sobs shook her, quiet at first, then ragged. “She’s… she’s breathing,” Mara whispered, her voice cracking. “She’s really breathing.”I knelt beside them, hands hovering close, ready to act if she faltered again. My chest felt tight, heart hammering. “How long has she been like this?” I asked, voice low but firm.Jasper’s shoulders slumped. “Five months,” he admitted. “It started with fatigue, small fevers… we didn’t know. Every month, it just got worse.”I exhaled slowly, keeping my hands steady. “It’s Nyx toxin,” I said.Mara froze, her body stiffening around Lyra. “Nyx toxin? That… that can’t be. That’s… a death sentence.”

  • chapter 2

    Jasper stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of me. His jaw locked tight, a familiar tell. When he spoke, his voice was controlled.“Mara, that’s enough. He’s my brother. My blood.”Mara’s gaze snapped to him, cold and cutting. The room seemed to shrink under it.“He’s an assassin, Jasper. A government weapon. A man who leaves bodies behind. I will not have him under my roof.”“That’s not who he is,” Jasper shot back. “Soren isn’t like that.” He didn’t look at me when he said it, but I felt the weight of his defense all the same.Mara let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You’re blind. Or stupid. He’s a killer, Jasper. A murderer.”The word hit harder than it should have. I felt my shoulders tense, my hands curling once at my sides before I forced them still.“He’s staying tonight,” Jasper said, stepping closer to her now. “It’s late. Where do you expect him to go?”“I don’t care,” Mara snapped. “I won’t share a roof with a murderer.”Jasper’s face flushed red, heat rising

  • Chapter 1

    Soren Black.(Blackspire Penitentiary)The gates of Blackspire Penitentiary groaned open like a beast finally exhaling after years of holding its breath.Five helicopters chopped the sky overhead, rotors beating the air into submission. Blacked-out police cruisers formed a silent ring around the perimeter, no sirens, just the low growl of engines and the flash of red-blue lights swallowed by the gray dawn.I stepped beyond the threshold, slinging the thin canvas bag over my shoulder.I pulled in a breath.A figure approached across the cracked concrete apron. Late forties, two stars pinned to broad shoulders, He wore a Stern expression.I snapped a salute. “Director Warde.”For a heartbeat the silence stretched thin and brittle between us.Then his mouth twitched. “You’ve gone Fat, Soren.” I let out a rough laugh. “Five years of prison slop will do that, sir.”We both broke then, the sound rolling out low and real.For a heartbeat, we were just two men laughing under a hostile sky.H

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