Black Cat Marvel の小説・ストーリー

Because probably, that friendship was just a play and pure pretention for her, that I failed to notice since the beginning. Alpha Baron showed his true color that we never imagined. He possesses some powers that the normal werewolves don’t have, he could summon a black magic and kill someone just by staring at them, with his crimson eyes. The tattoo he has on his back, was a face of a werewolf that the pack believes that he is the son of the moon. Only him holds this kind of tattoo, making him got the iron fist and hails him as the strongest Alpha. Not just in our pack but in the entire race after he defeated the Alphas of the other pack. It was a horrendous news that scattered in the whole

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

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.

Samel’s great black wolf is dragging an already unconscious black robed man, and behind them is another monstrosity like the bald-headed man that instantly stopped its movements at feeling the arrival of the captain that is the carrier of the true body of the parasitic black marks. Samel also saw Jared and General Markus, and he instantly stopped his steps after throwing the limp and unconscious Venom to the top of the pile of cave debris. Jared visibly relaxed at feeling the familiar aura of Samel from the great black wolf. The strong aura emanating from the huge black wolf is a clear reassurance that the fight with the two monstrosity won’t end with their side being heavily injured with Sa

A dark creature, like a piece of black jade, slowly appeared on the young man's shoulder. It turned out to be a black cat? The black cat's fur was all pitch-black, and its pair of cat eyes had traces of fierceness, as if it were not a cat, but a fierce tiger. In the depths of the cat's eyes, there were obviously various kinds of evil black lights flashing. At this time, when it saw Zephyr Khan, a stranger, it suddenly showed a trace of coldness. "A black cat?" Looking at the black cat, Zephyr Khan's heart couldn't help but move slightly and he secretly cried out, "Oh no."

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.

The museum lobby, a stage not long ago a tapestry of extravagance and power struggles, had now become an arena where modern technology clashed violently with primal rage. Preston Vance, the monster utterly consumed by the "Corrupted Bloodline," let out a deafening roar. His massive body, composed of black carapace and twisted flesh, slammed into Catherine like a runaway battering ram. The Italian marble floor beneath his feet cracked inch by inch; the pure power, derived from the Council's dark alchemy, was enough to level a wall.

Someone powerful. Through the chaos, I caught a glimpse of a massive wolf at the back of the Nightshade formation. Bigger even than me. Silver fur with black markings. Marcus Blackthorn himself had joined the battle.

Ronan’s reasonable whisper was prompt ignored when it reached my ears where I was hunched over the frail woman, tracing my fingers over her arms in an effort to calm her. This was all my fault. I did this to her…me. Tiny black threads seeped in from the corners of her eyes, making the elite wolves who stood the closest gasp. Black arts. Did she have confessor powers too? No…no, that couldn't be. Confessor powers were bright white…black had to mean something else…something from The Darkness. “What on earth?” Laziel’s cold hiss came above me and a second later, a wide circle had cleared around us…the other wolves terrified of his rage.

Alpha Torin sat back on his high-backed chair, hands on the armrest. He was dressed in a long black oversized cloak, his jet black half-length hair framing his gorgeous surreal look. With a glance at him, anyone would know he’s demonic at heart. His cold golden eyes swept over the gathering of his pack members. Beside him, Caleb sat. And on the other side, draped in a sleek silver fitted jumpsuit, with a long cloak that matched the colors of her white hair and hazel eyes was Luna Athena, with her big black cat nestled in her hand.