Black Cat Marvel Novels & Stories

Mystery Alpha Lucas Pov My grip on the container tightened. "I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about that. You should try the information desk." The man's smile widened, showing too many teeth. "Of course. But allow me to introduce myself first—I'm Alpha Louis Xander of the Blackwolf Pack."

But doubt crept in—the night's victories felt fragile, like glass underfoot. Minutes later, the door opened to admit the stranger: a sleek gray wolf shifting to human form mid-stride, revealing a woman in her thirties, athletic build, clad in rain-slicked leathers. Her hair was raven-black, eyes a piercing green that scanned the room like a predator assessing threats. Chains bound her wrists—precautionary—held by two enforcers. She bowed her head slightly, respect tinged with wariness. "Alpha Blackwood. I'm Kira, emissary from the Shadowclaw Pack. We heard the battle—felt the shift in power. Hanlon was our enemy too; he owed us debts, spilled our blood in secret deals."

He tried to suppress the uneasiness and gestured for her to continue. “If, I am saying if, Kieth is the blessed black wolf, and if he is in the hands of Scarlett Witch, she wouldn’t kill him or eat his heart, if that is what she intends, anytime soon. She would only take an action on a moonless night.” Emma shot another arrow of words, hitting Steven. But fortunately, it wasn’t a poisoned arrow this time, but a rare calming one. Navigating his path from the ifs, Steven found the main point. The Moonless Night.

For he knew that he had committed an unforgivable crime. "Garyson, look at his chest!" Mera screamed spotting an important clue. I looked to his chest, revealing half of a black mark. I ripped his shirt open, revealing the mark in its entirety. The mark of a black moon! It was the mark of the Shadow pack. Every Shadow pack werewolf would have the mark of a black moon on their body. "The evidence is overwhelming!" I said. "If I'm correct, every traitor will have a mark like this by on their body. They must not be spared!" Mera came up with a great idea.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

Beside the altar stood a massive figure shrouded in a pitch-black leather coat, his broad shoulders blocking the dim torchlight. Kieran Ravenscroft. The undisputed Alpha of the Blackveil District. The most feared mafia lord in the entire underworld. He turned slowly as I entered. His crimson eyes, glowing in the semi-darkness, locked onto mine. His aura—heavy, suffocating, and dripping with raw dominance—flooded the room, pressing down like a mountain falling from the sky. A normal wolf would have been forced to their knees instantly. I didn't even bend an inch. I walked straight past his aura barrier, my boots clicking rhythmically against the stone.

People called him the Untouchable king, because for the past twenty -five years no has been able to survive his touch. An ancient curse running through his blood, a curse which turns everyone into stone with just a touch. Forcing Kael Draven to rule his kingdom from behind black leather gloves, he lived with a crown and a curse with a lonely heart. Seraphina Vale never believed the terrifying stories until one careless accident changes everything. When she mistakenly grabs the king bare hands. The world holds its breath. But she didn’t turn to stone.

“It’s already bound under pack law. The ink is dry.” “Are you out of your fucking mind, Katniss?” Cedric roared, slamming his fist onto the edge of his desk, making the crystal decanters rattle violently. “Hassan Blackthorn is a goddamn monster! He is a ruthless, cold-blooded warlord who views people as nothing but chess pieces! You just handed our entire legacy to the most feared Alpha in the modern world on a silver fucking platter!”

I could remember when he asked me how long I could cope with this, and I ended up making him look like a liar. “This is… so inhumane,” Rex blurted. Rain walked over to the couch on the other end. “You should already know that Black isn't human. He's a monster. And I swear, if I get my hands on him, I would make sure to first of all, do away with his dentals, and then his nasal cavity, and his fingers—those fingers he used to hit her—and—” Bang! The door jarred open, interrupting Rain’s threat session.

I was on the roof. There was nowhere to go. I turned around. The door burst open. Marcus Blackwood stood there. He was human again. He was covered in Rian's blood. He smiled. “Nowhere left to run, little Anchor,” Blackwood said. He walked toward me. “Thorne is down. The pack is mine. And you...” He reached out. He grabbed my bleeding arm. He squeezed the wound. I screamed. “You are the battery that will power my empire.”