Black Cat Comics Marvel Novels & Stories

The edges crumbled under my fingers, and I unfolded it carefully, afraid it would turn to dust. The handwriting was Marcus's—sharp, precise, each letter pressed deep into the page, as if he had known the paper would be his only legacy. I read it aloud, my voice echoing in the silent chamber. "I, Marcus Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood pack, confess to the following crimes: I made a bargain with the Lycan king. I gave him the bloodline of Kaelen in exchange for power over the shadow. I bound the shadow to the hybrid child, Ravenna, knowing she would one day wake it and become its vessel. I built the prison beneath the mountain to hold the king's enemies and feed them to the darkness. I kille

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

BEN Marvel and Calum run past the packhouse, straight for the warrior center. Calum goes to work with me all the time, so he is familiar with the area and everyone who is loitering about. Many of our warriors laugh as they run by, giving Marvel curious glances, most likely because they didn't expect him to look so much like his dad. I can't believe how spunky Marvel is. The little alpha has no reservations in asserting his dominance, and he has absolutely no fear. He's the spitting image of Valentine.

Black magic. The second it activated, the pain returned tenfold. My bones trembled beneath my skin. My knees buckled, crashing to the floor. A cruel chuckle slipped from Thorne’s throat. “So much for the invincible Lycan,” he sneered. “A little black magic and you’re crawling like a wounded dog.” “Uncle, stop!” Lunessa shouted, voice laced with panic. “If you come any closer, I’ll unwrap the second relic,” he warned.

Marcel did not complain, as I let my fangs elongate and bit into his wrist. "I, Marcel Blackthorn, take you..." he began the part that I had obviously forgotten. "...Solana Ewan, the Alpha of the Blood moon pack, my mate, as my Alpha. May the goddess bless this bond." I was so taken with the sensation of his hand in my mouth, as I swirled my tongue over his skin, that I didn't even realize that I was sucking his blood. And he didn't stop me. From the small sigh of pleasure he let out, I knew that he was enjoying it.

Marlon hissed out in pain, but it didn’t stop him from clawing through the wolf’s chest and ripping through his heart. Still angry, Marlon found another golden furred wolf he didn’t recognize and went for him next. This wolf was also a bit smaller than Marlon and didn’t stand for much of a fight. Marlon went for his neck also; as the wolf fell to the ground, another wolf, of a darker golden color, attacked Marlon from the back, digging his teeth into Marlon’s shoulder blade. Thankfully Bob was nearby and attacked the wolf right back until he fell off Marlon’s back. Marlon watched as Bob’s sharp teeth dug through the wolf’s flesh and pulled his heart through his chest. Blood staining Bob’s fu

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

I can't still believe I have formed a blood pact with a demon. Suddenly, my heart pumped wildly then I just saw in my mind my red-colored grace of the Cancer and his black curse joining as one. After these two orbs united, creating a black-crimson orb, a new sign was inscribed inside it. It was a sign that symbolizes a fox and a crab. “Now, let's get going. This is the birth of the Black Zodiac,” Mammon said then the Infinite Prison broke apart into pieces.

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.

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”