Black Cat 6s Novels & Stories

The Cyber-Pack Incursion Behind the White Wolf, the thousands of green eyes began to resolve into the Cyber-Wolves. These were the "Polished" versions of the Under-Keepers—beasts of chrome and muscle, their joints hiss-clicking with hydraulic precision. They didn't breathe; they cycled coolant. They didn't howl; they broadcasted static. "Zane! Formation!" Elara growled, her voice a struggle against the whistle’s lingering echo. The Feral Six—now the Primal Six—braced themselves.

"Drey, I'm going to go back to my room to change." "Okay, but don't put on your dress yet! That is for tonight only!" I wave in understanding and walk out the door. I don't even know what dress I'm going to wear tonight anyways. I strip off my clothes I slipped into for work, replacing them with a pair of black spandex, and a cut t-shirt that raises indecently high when I put my arms up.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

I thought he was going to be furious by my words but he appeared to be calmer than I had thought. I went back to my room and my wolf won't stop talking about us being mates. " I hate to hear it" I yelled as I covered my ears. My eyes went to my wrist as I saw a silver line appeared there. I touched it and felt the connection with Alpha Kael, the ritual was already taking place.

A second later, it gave out its black smoke. Ibekwe dropped the pot on the ground and rubbed his eyes. Everywhere was quiet now. The children had stopped singing and dancing and the birds seemed to have gotten what they desired from their ruthless efforts on top of the tree. The light of the moon was still bright and Ibekwe knew he shouldn't be alone.

After hearing everything, Fiona let out a bitter laugh. "I was too stupid, raising a viper by my side without even realizing it." Alannah scoffed. "No need to be so modest, Ms. Carter. You didn’t just raise a viper. You’re just as venomous. The two of you killed Xavier. Even if you regret it now, his soul will never forgive you. "Meeting you in this lifetime was the worst luck our family ever had. Don’t forget the compensation you owe me. From now on, we will never see each other again."

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

, Sly said. "So what do we report back to Lord Dracula?" He asked the group, confused. "We have never failed in our mission before, that is why we have the reputation as the deadly 6 and we are not about to fail now", Ax said confidently. "Let's each split up and go different directions. I believe before tonight we will find something useful to report back to Lord Dracula", he said. "Good but remember we are instructions, no one should engage the enemy when he finds it but report back here later tonight. Cobra and the originals will finish the job", Sly said with a devilish smile, as the deadly 6, all wearing black went their different ways.

"It's been a while, but your temper is still terrible, Mr. Cumur!" Everyone turned to see the eerie sight of six black-clad figures shrouded in black smoke. "Black robes, black smoke… Are you the Ghostly Six?!" someone exclaimed in recognition. They were sextuplets who had cultivated in the dark arts. Now, their bodies were no more than phantoms, and they were said to be unbeatable! "I don't believe you were invited!" Zark growled coolly, while everyone else assumed combat stances, ready for a fight.

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.