Black Deku Novels & Stories

I was so shocked, my eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. A massive wolf was sitting right there, in D.E.'s chair. Drex Ethan, also known as D.E., is the solo idol I am absolutely crazy about. And I’m the idiot who decided to infiltrate his private makeup room. Alone! I had to face the terrifying fact that my life was now at stake. That huge black wolf could do more than just trigger my fur allergy. It could tear me to pieces right here, today!

I coughed, the burn in my throat searing. "Please…” His eyes glowed molten gold with fury before he finally released me. I fell back to the ground, clutching my throat, coughing as air clawed its way back into my lungs. He straightened slowly, towering above me. "You thought you could play games with me." A smirk flickered across his face. His face hardened to stone as he intoned, "By my word as Derek Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, I denounce you, for conspiring with the unknown murderer, and for daring to deceive me—"

Plural? "Sons?" I repeated, my voice filled with astonishment. "Yes," Black confirmed. "Derek has a twin brother named George. However, you won't see him frequently in the palace because he has taken it upon himself to explore the outside world and train with different people, seeking to become stronger." Black's pride in George's endeavors was evident in his tone. Upon observing Black's description, it seemed plausible that Black was George's brother due to the way he spoke about him. "Derek chose to remain here, aspiring to follow in Killian's footsteps and become a revered prince for the people," Black expressed thoughtfully.

Love such a wonderful emotion which can fill ones life with colorful dreams but at the same if it's not valued it can haunt you till eternity. _________ CAST & CREW Alexander Black an 26 year old arrogant ruthless billionaire heir whose ways of dealing with his enemies will make them fear him even in their next birth. He is the dream man of every girl with 6.3 feet tall and muscular well built body with the looks of Greek god. He is the CEO of Blacks Business Empire for the outside world he is a ruthless business man but no one can imagine the power he hold with his strong connections with various mafia leaders and politicians across the world.

Kael Devereaux entered, and the world tilted. He was massive, at least six and a half feet of pure muscle, moving with a predator's grace. Black hair fell to his shoulders, and his eyes glowed gold even in human form. A scar cut through his left eyebrow, and his jaw was sharp enough to cut glass. He wore all black: leather pants, boots, a shirt that did nothing to hide the muscles underneath. Power radiated from him like heat from a fire. But it was his beast that made my breath catch. I could feel it pressing against his skin, could sense its barely controlled violence. This wasn't a man who controlled his wolf. This was a man constantly at war with it.

Predators pretending to be witnesses. "As you all know by now Leviathan has bonded and produced an heir!" the Duke boomed. "Remus Blackwood! As you can see he can't exactly speak for himself so I'll let Nyx do it!" How generous. How calculated. I lifted my chin, scanned the faces that had been so eager to peel me alive minutes ago, and smiled.

Her face was calm, unreadable, the face of someone who had seen generations of wolves rise, claim, bleed, and fall, and no longer wasted emotion on things she had not yet witnessed. Beside the dais stood Decker. He wore black. Not ornamental black. Not the sort meant to draw the eye with decoration. This was Dark Mountain black clean, severe, fitted to strength rather than vanity. His jacket sat close across his shoulders, the line of it sharp against the breadth of him, his dark hair brushed back, his jaw set. He looked every inch what he was. Alpha.

It would be a surprise for Dad, for Asra and also for Uncle Asmodeus who would be at the dance. I would surprise them all and that made me happy. Genuinely happy. When we finally finished and Abbadon conjured the magic, my eyes sparkled with excitement - my hair was blonde, my clothes had a perfect fit and my eyes turned crimson. I was like a child version of Uncle Asmodeus with short hair - but it wasn’t something you could avoid. The tale of the knight described an appearance similar to his, at least if you excluded the personality and sharp eyes and felines.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.