Black Cat Nero Novels & Stories

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

I question. “You’re upset about something,” he suggests gently. “My mother is really sick, and everyone’s saying she won’t live much longer, I’m scared because I don’t want to be alone. But your story did help me to not feel so bad,” I say with a small smile. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You never told me your name,” I say carefully. “My name is Neron Black. I’m a blacksmith who works in the city. What’s your name, little man?” He asks, bending down to my level.

Boss " Of course my pet , has the target been neutralized? Black Ace" Absolutely. I made a perfect head shot. Boss " I know you'd do a great job. Black Ace" So does this mean I get a wish? Boss " Of course, what do you want? Black Ace" Right now I would love to kill Diamond. He called me crazy. Boss " He did, huh? Can't you let him go? Black Ace" Uh-uh.. I want him dead. Boss " Alright then, do as you wish. Black Ace" Oh thank you daddy.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

The more he listened to it… he got more and more disgusted. Nero also turns into his wolf…they twist…and attack each other. From his physique alone…Ronan is far behind, Nero has a bigger, taller and stronger wolf. He has Alpha blood and training that made him an alpha. He tried to dodge all those attacks…and he remembered a move taught by Uwal at that time, maybe he could try it. He had to let Nero bite his arm…and twist it later. The problem is… how does he make that attack only hit his hand? What if he hit his heart… he would die instantly before even practicing that move.

His baby blue eyes were intense as if absorbing in everything around him. But it was the last male that had Chloe almost falling over herself. He was the one that held Alpha Nathaniel's undivided attention and yet this young male seemed not so interested. His black hair glimmered like satin under the lights and his hazel eyes were almost feline as they watched the Alpha. His own power and dominance rolled off of him in waves, knocking the air from Chloe's lungs. His high cheekbones and straight nose gave him a godlike complexion that were perfectly complemented by broad shoulders, tattooed arms corded in muscle and full lips that were currently pursed in concentration.

And at night, Narois stays with us. I come downstairs and see Nick playing with Narois. He is holding her body with his big hands and making her fly like an aeroplane. Gosh! This man! I have scolded him multiple times that he should not make Narois a sensation seeker but this man ignores me. Even now! "Ready, Naro?" He utters with a laugh. The baby only giggles, showing him how she wants it and I grit my teeth at that. Because Nick is a werewolf, I think Narois is also going to be a werewolf. Though I talked about it with Nick, he said we can't say anything unless she is sixteen and only then we can find out if there is a wolf inside her.

It was going to be hard to try not to feel small next to him. “What do you want?” I asked him. Preston and Adam were still eyeing him. Adam more in a mix of confusion and curiosity as if he was trying to figure out if they knew each other and Preston more in a watchful gaze. I knew that both of them didn’t recognize Cole as the guy who blackmailed me into staying in the competition that can possibly be the death of me because Adam doesn’t remember and I think Preston was pretty knocked out at that time. Although I wasn't sure if Preston got a good look at his face before getting knocked out, it wouldn’t make any difference if he did anyways.

“Who are you beyond your human form?” Silence reigned over the whole room once again. I saw that raw fear in Nero’s eyes and could feel the conflict and confusion in his mind, and the only thought that came to me was, ‘but the one behind, it was a huge wolf with black thick fur and blood-red eyes.’ Like the air was getting squeezed out of my lungs, I couldn't breathe, and my eyes locked with his, waiting for him to answer my grandfather and do as he said, but he remained silent as he gazed back at me.

Thick muscle shifts beneath sleek dark fur while dark eyes track us the second we enter. A thick leather collar circles its throat. The dog lifts its enormous head immediately when Leon walks in. “Jesus,” I whisper before I can stop myself. Every survival instinct I possess lights up at once. Leon steps beside me, close enough that heat radiates from his body. “His name’s Nero.” Nero rises slowly onto all fours, every movement looks powerful enough to break bones. I swallow hard. “Does he bite?” Leon looks at me, there’s something unreadable in his expression. Something darkly amused.