Black Deku Novels & Stories

I never attempted to read those ancient books myself; not being a dragon shifter and all, I assumed they held no information to my situation. " Kaden, we are ready for your departure," Deon, my loyal adviser and closest friend, called out. He was more like a brother to me than anything else. " Thank you, Deon. I will be with you shortly," I replied sternly, reaching down to stroke the head of my magnificent spirit animal, Luka. The bond between us was strong, and his presence gave me a sense of peace amidst the turmoil. Luka, a veracious black lion, looked up at me with understanding and loyalty. He had been by my side since I was a child, a constant companion and protector. I often wondered

, Deucakion said. Jade raised an eyebrow at Deucalion's words, sensing a newfound ambition in him. "Betraying your fellow Lycans and stealing the power of the Black Beast? That's a bold plan, Deucalion. Are you sure you can handle such power?" Deucalion's eyes gleamed with a mix of determination and a hint of madness. "I have waited long enough for my chance to rise to true dominance. The power of the Black Beast is mine to wield, and I won't let anyone stand in my way. Together, with the unleashed dark creatures, we will disperse the forces in the capital, causing chaos and confusion."

He said while wearing a devilish smirk in his face. "I am Kael Black. The right hand of the Dark Queen, the person who. Will. Kill. You." He introduces himself as if he is proud that he is Black, and no one can beat him. "Well then Kael, nice to f*****g meet you" I said with a smile I pushed Ate to the side and made an Air shield to protect her then raised my hand and shouted, "DEATH ENCHANTS!" When the light disappeared from my body, I turned my sword and positioned myself to attack. "I'm Death." As soon as I said that, I immediately rushed at him and he obviously didn't expect that because he was stunned so I took advantage of that and swung my sword at his stomach so he came back to reali

Alpha Blackwood stood tall over the arena, capturing everyone’s attention. Derek looked at us for a moment, a playful glint in his eyes before looking away. “Good luck!” he called out as he quickly walked to join his dad. I could barely think about Derek leaving my eyes were on Alpha Blackwood. He was tall and strong, drawing everyone's attention. “Blackwood pack members!” he shouted, his voice powerful. “Years ago, I was kicked out of the werewolf community and labeled as an outsider! But I have succeeded, making a home for myself in these snowy mountains!”

"Black light. It's like a fungus. It's eating your dragon-spark from the bottom up. Step two is digging it out." "And how do we do that?" I asked, backing away a step. "More poking?" "No," she said, a small, vicious smile appearing on her face. "This time, you have to pull it out yourself. I'm just going to hold the mirror." She clapped her hands together. The sound was like a thunderclap. Suddenly, the grass under my feet turned into transparent ice. I looked down, and instead of my reflection, I saw Daekan trapped under the surface, his gold scales covered in sticky, black grease that looked like liquid charcoal. He was thrashing, his jaw locked shut by dark chains. Seeing him like that, c

he said, beckoning the young man forward and presenting him to the Archmage, "this is Kelvin Dehnhardt. He is the highest ranking student at the Royal Academy, and is currently in training to be a Knight of the Royal Guard. Additionally, he prefers that position be gained by appointment rather than bloodshed. Need I go further? When given the opportunity to choose his instructor, he gave me no preference but submitted himself to my judgement. Naturally, I thought of you." 'I understand now. I can't corrupt someone who's like me.' "Thank you, Master Inquisitor. This seems... an appropriate placement." "I'm pleased to hear you think so, Lord Archmage." "It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Dehnh

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

Death is his middle name when messed with......... Vladimir Albert Darkclaw, a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features seemed chiseled from the very darkness itself. As the Alpha of the Feral Fury Pack and Lord Marino Jenkins of the underworld Mafia, he ruled with an iron fist, his dominance unchallenged. At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him.

Drink, you will see that you will no longer have this crisis! Igor took the glass and drank it. Soon after, a very friendly and cheerful young man arrived. His name was Debo. He was a thin man, with light brown hair that reached his shoulders and was wavy. As soon as he entered Kataleya he left. Igor followed her with his eyes as she left. Debo: — Appreciating the beauty, captain? Igor: — Now shut up! Debo: — Hahahaha

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.