Bardock Black Novels & Stories

He hit John very hard on the back, pulling him away from his girl, who hugged him tightly, pulling at her with a trembling heart. Aaron, Jack, come quickly, talk to his beta and his brother Then he looked at the frightened Renee, "Come on, Black." He muttered, his eyes turning immediately to the color of his wolf "black." His face, neck, and even his hands were filled with fearsome veins, black veins Lucas began to read the spells in front of him quickly and nervously Zain sensed him who raised his hand He pointed at Lucas, muttering a few words, and then the book fell out of Lucas' hand

A black shape drifts around the corner of the alley, tires screeching on the wet pavement. The bike is massive. A beast of matte black steel. The rider doesn't slow down. He accelerates toward the Reapers blocking the exit. They scramble, diving off their bikes as the black Harley plows through them. Metal screeches against metal. Sparks shower the alley like fireworks. The rider skids to a halt ten feet from me. He plants a boot on the ground, stabilizing the bike. Drakon. He’s not wearing a helmet. His dark hair is plastered to his skull. His face is a mask of pure, concentrated violence.

Meph brushed the topic off, “And it better come out legendary, okay? I don’t want any more surprises.” “At your service, my lord,” The snake bows in a funny way, and the Soul Seal broke with its color changing from white, green, blue, purple, all the way to black. “Why is it black?” Meph frowned. “Black is the color of the top quality, legendary,” The snake said with absolute certainty, “It’s the same color as me. Isn’t it beautiful?” That’s because you were also devilish. “I don’t mind the color,” Meph waved a hand indifferently, “What does it do?”

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

Especially Cash and his gang. Drake’s body grew into his huge demonic form. When Ryder would pale in comparison next to Drake in that form, now he was a sight to behold. Imagine a solid black dragon with scales that would remind you of the galaxy. He walks upright on two feet in a semi humanoid form. His body thick with chiseled armor that looks to have grown straight out of his body. It was black like him, but changes colors depending on the direction he turns. The colors are breathtaking. Like the northern lights, they changed from black, to purple, to blue, to green, and yellow. Spikes protrude from both his elbows. I’m assuming its part of his battle armor. His body was magnificent in th

"Ha ha, my calculations are indeed correct. Although your strength is close to the infinite Emperor Venerable, in the end it is not Emperor Venerable. This, killing you, I am very sure of." This mysterious man in black laughed at this moment, the next moment his body moved again, walking straight in front of Tadhg Walter, his fists were like rain, like heavy hammers, madly bombarding Tadhg Walter's entire body close! Tadhg Walter's eyes were also condensed, his hands became fists, and he began to fight with the black man. The dull and dull appeared one after another, no earth-shattering force leaked out, just the entire world of resentment, endless cracks appeared at this moment, it seemed l

They exploded. BOOM. Dust and debris rained down. A figure stepped through the smoke. He was massive. He wore armor made of blackened steel that seemed to absorb the torchlight. On his back was a greatsword the size of a grown man. His face was scarred, his eyes the color of storm clouds. He wasn't a hero. He didn't glow. He looked like a walking war crime. The Mercenary. The Black Wolf. Vespera didn't stand up. She sipped her tea.

“Serves her right! She was so arrogant at the ceremony, turning down the Wolf King. Now she won’t even survive the first round!” Barton was Blackrock Kingdom’s most infamous killing machine. He stood two and a half meters tall, his muscles hard as solid rock. Ordinary swords couldn’t even leave a scratch on his skin. Pitting a newly awakened Silvermoon woman against this monster wasn’t a match—it was a one-sided slaughter. In the VIP box, Kaelen shot straight up in his seat. A terrifying storm raged in his cold golden eyes. Crack! His right hand crushed the volcanic rock armrest of his throne to powder, stone dust trickling through his fingers. He knew Barton better than anyone—a berserker w

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 senses heightened dramatically; smells became richer, sounds more distinct, and the sight more acute in the dark. Vladimir's transformation was particularly striking. His wolf form was massive, with a deep black coat that shimmered under the moonlight. His eyes, a piercing dark red, retained their intense focus, reflecting his role as the leader. Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him.