Air Monarch Black Novels & Stories

Aries sighed from his lower lip and nodded. “Supposed to, but guess what, I was summoned by the demon again?” He replied and put his stuff on his table. He heard him cackle. “Wishing you good luck, bro.” “Ha! Thanks tho.” Aries intended to put sarcasm in his words before he left the table and head to the Chief Editor’s Office. He breathed deeply, knocked at the door before he entered the office. The black swivel chair that was facing outside the huge window turned to face at the newcomer. Sitting was a man in his early sixties, white hair, wrinkled skin, and frail hooded eyes that seemed to have a lot of things hidden inside.

Vincent and his mate Daisy have stood by me through thick and thin over the past five years, and I consider them family. I'm feeling extra nervous today because CEO Xavier and CEO Kai are coming to the office. Vincent explained that they are the alphas of the Blackmoon Pack, the most powerful Pack among wolves, and no one dares to mess with them. These alphas don't often enter the human world, but they had to come this time because our company plans to buy a large cooperative firm dealing with food. I checked all the files and documents to ensure I had everything I needed for the meeting. When I got to the car, Daisy was waiting for me with a coffee.

It seems like the color of his eyes is changing from blue to black, but then it changes from black to golden. She smiles at the golden color of his eyes. Charlotte asks her own wolf to come forward and meet her Alpha. She knows that her wolf has obliged when the gold in his eyes shines brighter. “I, Azraiel Michaelson, the Alpha of the Blue Orchid Pack situated in the state of Rysterbia, by the authority vested in me by the Moon Goddess declare Charlotte as the member of the Blue Orchid Pack.” “I, Charlotte pledge my loyalty to the Blue Orchid Pack and its members, in good and bad, in happiness and sorrow. I take this pack as my family and vow to protect, care and cherish them.”

I can feel Zanthe wagging her tail in my head, her happiness almost tangible. “What colour is Thor?” I ask, curiosity creeping into my tone. I know Zanthe is just as curious as I am, maybe more. Still, I hesitate. Is it okay to ask the Alpha King about his wolf? What if it’s some kind of national secret? “Black. Completely black. Like Dad’s wolf, Jet,” he replies without hesitation.

’ he replied. “Nice to meet you, Armani! I am Luna!” I said, smiling. I close my eyes and feel the refreshing air on my skin. I can see up here the entire place of ​​Majika. On the left side, there is a place covered with black smoke. I guess that is the world of the Black Wizards. Armani flew towards the place of the black wizards. I can’t see much of the entire place because of the black smoke. The witch’s creepy voices echoed around the forest. I find it funny and annoying.

my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts, "let us welcome the man who will help lead us into this new era. The future Alpha of the United Pack... Adrian Blackwood." The massive oak doors at the end of the hall swung wide with a bang that echoed like a gunshot. Then, he stepped in. Adrian Blackwood walked in like he owned the air in the room. He was young, probably late-twenties, but he carried a darkness that made him look a thousand years old. He was tall, built like a tank but moved with the grace of a jungle cat. He wore a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than a house, but it couldn't hide the raw, lethal power rolling off him in waves. His face was all sharp angles—a jawline

The bare-branched trees won’t serve as a proper cover for anything and then I look up in the sky… My breath hitches when I see the white dragon, An arctic dragon, ethereal and lithe as it flies not too high up. Its shadow covers me momentarily. I stand there mesmerised as I watch it fly for some time with a strangely thudding heart. The afternoon rays of the sun reflect on its snowy white form, making the greyish-white wings look veiny and almost translucent and making it look more majestic. An arctic dragon is as rare as a basilisk. I feel my heart lodge in my throat when the beast slightly tilts its head, its beady black eyes meet mine. Its gaze narrows slightly before it veers and begins

Security hauled groaning Rourke, chopper thrum vibrating walls distant. Night air whipped savage as rotors clawed sky, Kenji carrying me aboard a black Hawk sleek, Manhattan's veins blurring below. His arms steel bands, scent smoky citrus cutting blood tang, obsidian eyes locked mine unblinking. "Mine," he murmured, gravel velvet promise amid engine roar. Penthouse lights swelled beacon, empire's crown awaiting.

Third Person's POV As the car stopped at the aerodrome, she opened her eyes which are still red due to crying. Silently, she moved out of the car, where Aaron came and started pulling her with him. Myra's mouth parted in a gasp with shock and surprise. She glanced at Austin and the jet standing in front of her. "The BLACK" was engraved on the jet in golden color. Seeing his face with an arrogant smirk, she averted her gaze and asked Aaron, "Is this...?"