Black Cat Feet Marvel Novels & Stories

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

My brothers’ future. I kept repeating the numbers in my head like a prayer. The door opened again. Another woman. Same black gear. “Come.” I followed her down another corridor. The roar of the crowd grew louder. She stopped at a heavy steel door. “Inside. Now.” I stepped through. The door slammed shut behind me. And I saw him. Not a man. A beast. An actual beast. Eight feet tall. Covered in coarse black fur. Muscles bulging under the hide. Scars crisscrossed his arms and torso. His eyes were yellow. Slitted. Fixed on me.

At this moment,the lackey with the cat like claw stomped on the ground viciously, causing cracks to spread out across the ground. His hands took the form of a cat claw, and his veins could be seen popping out across the back of his hands and indeed it was a horrifying sight to behold. After that, he took a step forward showcased his inert abilities and then, he stretched his feet outward and a strong friction was instantly created between his feet and the ground. All of a sudden, he appeared before Diana like a bolt of lightning, his cat iron claw aiming straight at Diana's stomach.

Long, slender arms extended from the darkness, ending in hands with elongated, razor-sharp fingers—claws ready to seize their prey. Across his body, thick, dark fur shifted as if alive, radiating an aura of dread and terror. A black hood covered his head, concealing any trace of a face or identity; only shadows danced beneath the fabric, revealing the absence of eyes, a mouth, or any human features.

“Kate, snap out of it!” After what felt like an eternity, Kate blinked and looked at me, her eyes regaining their focus. “I think...” she started to say, but before she could finish, a massive black werewolf appeared in front of us, his sudden arrival cutting her off mid-sentence. The werewolf was enormous, his fur as black as the night around us, gleaming in the dim light. His eyes were a piercing yellow, glowing with an intensity that made my blood run cold. He let out a low growl that rumbled through the ground beneath our feet.

raw. He had long, sharp, black claws that didn't seem to be retractable like those of the werewolves. Some parts of his body were covered in greenish scales...like a snake. He had some kinda heavy lock clamped around his neck. It was connected to a chain that ran all the way down to a point where it looked like it had been snapped. His eyes were literally gold...like bright golden color. And my goodness, was he built like a tank. Cara instinctively got in front of me in a protective stance, ruining my line of sight..ugh!

Shaking his head in disappointment, “And we do not accept weak in our pack,” “I Torian Valon hereby reject you, Maya Black to be my mate,” he finished. A retching pain tore through me as though my soul was being sucked right out of me, a shrill scream echoed as I held my chest. Tears stayed down my cheeks as the energy in me was drained. “And I hereby banish you for making an attempt on the future alpha of the crimson blood pack,” a smirk stretched across his face as my eyes widened in fear. He couldn't do that?

Noel crushed the enemies who stood there, giving a way for the three queens to pass in an instant. His new appearance shook everyone who saw it. Unlike his humanoid figure covered with a dark veil, he has now transformed into a giant black panther – more powerful and more agile than they have ever seen before. His feline-like eyes tantalize with devilish aura as both dark and white colors mixes, corrupts those who seek to destroy him. His razor-sharp claws can tear the enemy flesh into pieces, not minding the sturdiness of its target, treating all of them the same.

Though the dark circles under his eyes and sallow complexion made him look more like a reanimated corpse than he would have liked. As he walked into the hallway, he experienced vertigo. The floor seemed to be slanting to the left as if the right side of the house were being jacked up. He started toward the front of the house, almost expecting his feet to slide but somehow remaining in place, as if his shoes had suction cups attached to the bottoms. He’d taken only three steps when a large black panther stalked languidly out of the den and into the hallway.

RED ALERT! Blackening Value increase-75% The blackening happened so suddenly that Omeo who heard an unfamiliar sound inside his head furrowed his brows, as he was thinking who is it, having to cross a thought that he might have been bonded by a system suddenly made him feel ecstasy but before he feel an un-presented joy of finally having a system despite him not being a hero or Sotiras, a big shadow that was shaped into a weird figure appeared in front of him. The feathery and also was like a skin-bone feet at the same time was seen in Omeo sight who was still on the ground as he was still struggling on getting up and standing on his feet without any help from a person who take the initiativ