Black Cat Marvel Novels & Stories

He was desperate to touch her soft skin, and the screams distracted him. Hearing those screams, he slammed the door open and came out hurriedly, fuming angrily. He saw a gigantic black cat whose mouth was loaded with fresh human blood. His hazel eyes were more scary and traumatic for him. He had never seen a black panther in his entire life. And the black cat sat on him.

Kat smiled at him as the shadows formed around her and covered her from sight, before dropping again to reveal her third form. Before Ruben and Vlad stood a massive black panther like creature, but it had small wings coming from the top of its front shoulders, short black horns protruding from its temples, a long flowing bushy tail and a ruff of long hair under its neck and down its massive muscled chest. Those eyes were still the same though and starting to dilate out, getting blacker and blacker, like a cat focused on its prey and about to pounce. “Kat!” Ruben hardly breathed. “Don’t go…”

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

He thought the extra power flowing through Doll was coming from him. That was until the Bunny saw the apparition, the cosmic aura. Not only was he sure that wasn't Hades, but he sensed it could paradoxically be a hex magick that could poison or sicken the Black-fur. But Black-furs were made of Hex aura, weren't they? He tried to recall what he'd learned about what the Hares called the "lower species" and Black-furs in particular who were the "lowest of the low." Not that Bright thought that way. His Captain was noble and a tom. The Marker was kind and a tom. As far as he could tell, the meanest, scariest pirate on their crew was Nickel and he was a Hare.

I believe… that the reason I cannot sustain my body is that… I was not like you… at first, I was just like any other snake… a mindless creature that followed its instincts… but you! Bob winces as Blacky screamed in his mind. You’re unique! A bright mind despite not being awakened! If I were to consume you… I would surely never have to fear loss… Now Bob… surrender yourself… I shall consume you… and we shall be one! Blacky’s many heads open their jaws, preparing themselves to rip apart the weakened monkey. Bob tries to raise the dagger again but his hand feebly falls to the ground. Yes… I can feel your mind wiggling in terror! Do it more! My lesser kin could not even show as much terror as yo

Raven stumbled back, hand clamped over her mouth. Reed froze, knife trembling in his grip, his face drained of color. “What… what are you?” Malrik didn’t even look at him. His gaze fixed on Raven. “The better question, Raven Blackthorne, is what are you?” The knife clattered from Reed’s grip, ringing on the stone floor. His chest heaved, his eyes wide with horror as he staggered back. Raven couldn’t speak. The power in her blood stirred, restless and hot, answering something in Malrik’s words. Her claws pressed at her fingertips, her wolf pacing wildly, her pulse screaming that something inside her was no longer entirely wolf at all.

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

A massive rift appeared in the sky, the Blood Moon's red light becoming even more eerie as it shone through. A colossal figure leaped from the rift – it was a black wolf, but its size was more than triple that of a normal werewolf, its entire body radiating black-red energy. When it landed, the entire ground shook. All fighting paused at its appearance; friend and foe alike stared in terror at this behemoth. "Kaelen..." I whispered in disbelief.

CHAPTER 29 GABRIEL *WARNING - THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME VIOLENT CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. My Bella was still in hospital when my men had captured Mason and took him to the location I asked them to. That son of b***h maintained an arrogant attitude even though he was hanging from a beam by heavy chains! By the time I got there, my men had already had lots of fun with him. The place reeked of fresh blood. When I walked in, he started swearing at me and shouted out loud all that he was going to do to me once he was out of there! I just smirked, then gave him one of my dangerous looking glares and asked him who eve