Air Monarch Black Novels & Stories

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.”

’ 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.

The aura around him sank slightly, and his clear voice no longer carried even a trace of warmth as he calmly called out two words toward the empty mountain forest. "Raven." The moment his voice fell, the previously clear sky darkened abruptly. A giant raven with a wingspan of nearly ten feet, its entire body black as ink and its feathers gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, tore through the sky and dove down from the clouds with a howling rush of wind.

As the week came to a close, they successfully finalized the agreements and decided to embark on their journey back home to the picturesque City of Amzone. As Merrick Wilkinson settled into his spacious first-class seat on the plane, it was hard not to notice his striking appearance. He stood tall, with a broad chest and an athletic build that suggested he took care of his body. His black hair was styled perfectly, and his chiseled jawline and high cheekbones gave his face a rugged yet refined look. However, it was his piercing blue eyes that truly captivated those around him, resembling the color of the ocean on a clear day. Merrick exuded confidence and charisma in his every move, making h

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.

She screamed out of excitement. “Yes, it is a parrot, do you like it?” He questioned. “Yes, of course I love it, but I don't actually love the colour it blacks. I hate black.” “Why?” “Black stands for bad things, it stands for witches and wizards and I may be termed one if this black bird stay with me. They will think that I'm a sorcerer.” “Alright, bring it, I will just give it to Arial anyway, she will surely cherish it.”

Everyone around was in awe, mouth gaped while staring at the magnificence of their leaders' legendary wings. “My lord, please don’t, let the wizards handle it,” lord Aizenberg tried to stop the prince after realizing what his lord wanted to do. But before anyone could move the Black Knight jumps off into the air, with one quick swish of his powerful wings he was instantly rising through the sky. From below the prince looked like a shadow of the legendary beast said to have been the ancestors of their rulers. His dark energy emanated like a thick cloud of smoke as he soared through the heavens.