Black Crewmate Novels & Stories

A new werewolf council would be selected as well. Pamella and her mate, Josh were going to be the new Betas of the pack and Belinda and Luke the new Gammas. There would be a new pack doctor, healer, seer, and lead warrior. The former members of the council would then become the new Elders of the pack. "I might have to come up with some excuse to miss it," Favi stated. "I'm being very serious on that." There was no way Mrs Smith wouldn't know she was faking.

Diego asked, "What do they say?" "Only the obvious parts" said Marissa, "you were a child the last time Dad saw you so there wasnt really much to tell." Marissa wore like it was summer: mini skirt and a sky blue top. She had a crown over her pale short hair and lazy grey eyes. "He did say that you're just like Aries and Aquarius Aquarius grandmother. Shes a Pnevma too" "Really?" Diego gasped, "Another Pnevma?" "Yes" Marissa giggled, "You thought you're the only one with a Black Spirit inside them?"

My messy dark hair fell around my body and stuck to my moist narrow features. God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown. Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal. The pain in my chest was so great I could hardly stand to my feet. I nearly fell over but thankfully my slave friend Kamala stood beside me and kept me on my feet.

Maven It took forever for me to get through my final selections and decide who I was going to give the Beta position to. Neither my Gamma nor my Delta wanted it so I decided on one of our head warriors. He has proved his worth as a man in the pack, he has a mate, they’ve already started a family and have a son that could continue as the next Beta, and he comes from a strong bloodline.

We need to do what we can now to keep him confused and his trail cold. My crew doesn't bat an eyelash at our conversation as Ace and I continue to go over logistics. Those who know what I'm talking about already know the details, and those who don't know know better than to pry. Half the members of my dark ops crew were once Thorns, chosen for their discretion, intelligence, and potential. And many in the BLACK EAGLE project go on to either start their own companies or, like Charley, are brought into Grant Group.

~Disclaimer~ Some parts of this story are based on reality while some are the part of fiction. Some things might not be liked by all the audience, so the warning will be given in the start. Now coming to the point... °°°☆☆☆☆☆°°° ~Soulmate? Soulmate!! Organized by their moms, a domineer or menace and his casualty got captivated with one another lives massively. ~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight.

she said, grabbing my hand. A few minutes later I was in the backseat of a black Escalade with a massive guy named Blue who had a blue mohawk and tattoos over pretty much every inch of his skin. It took all my efforts not to look at him, but he took up so much space and his leg kept touching mine. He was human, but Maxim wasn’t. He also didn’t seem to be Russian, but I guessed it didn’t much matter. “You ladies are going to love this place. Just stick with us all right? We’re going straight into the VIP lounge,” Maxim said, stopping in front of the club.

They spread out, surrounded us in a ring of muscle and threat. One lumbered to the front, a hulking Black man with a shaved head and scars crisscrossing his arms as if they were war trophies. His black eyes pierced Rune; a sneering grin split his face. “Well, if it ain’t Carver. Good work, Jax. You nabbed ’em clean.” Rune tensed, incomprehension lining his face. “Malik? You’re… you’re Cincinnati pack. What the hell is this?”

The eyes of my beloved mate. Oh, I forgot to make a proper introduction. My name is Devon Nathaniel Black. I am the Beta of the Black Bolt Pack. I'm seventy years old, but I don't look a day over twenty-four 'wink'. My mate, Isla passed away four years ago. I am 6'2 with black hair and grey eyes. My wolf's name is Jace, and he has been having a hard time dealing with our mate's death actually all of us have been having a difficult time accepting Isla's death.

Their gazes were cold and unflinching, and their auras of power were nothing to scoff at. “When I meet them, I would crash them,” the Black Team member who wielded the axe gritted his teeth and said to the other member who used the hammer. Both were given names because of their proficiency with their weapons. The axe user was called Black Axe, and the hammer user was called Black Hammer.