Black Deku Novels & Stories

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

Drake agreed. They both shook their hands. Everyone sighed with relief. "I am Drake Hamilton, the king of the winter Realm" Drake introduced himself. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hamilton. I am Blaze Black, the king of the dark realm. And you already met my brother" Blaze pointed towards Brandon who bowed in front of Drake, sensing the power the orange Dragon possesses. "Yes, I already met him. Nice meeting you Brandon" Drake said politely. "It's a pleasure your highness" Brandon replied.

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

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple

deveradev_: Okay, Thank you! I watched a movie on n*****x first because I have nothing else to do. At eight o'clock I took a bath because it took me a while to get ready. When I finished, I dried my hair first and then I changed my clothes. I don't know what kind of birthday it was so I'm just wearing white lace bra and brown pants and I paired it with black coat, I just put a minimal make up dbecause it will also peel off if I last longer at the party.

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.

I opened my laptop, the glowing screen my only shield against the room. Ten minutes passed. The room filled with the chatter of people who had never worried about a grocery bill in their lives. Then, the silence hit. The air left the room, sucked out by a vacuum of pure intimidation. I didn’t have to look up to know who had walked in. The Blackwood Heirs. There were three of them, but only one mattered. Niccolò De Luca. I risked a glance over the top of my laptop. They moved in an arranged movement. Nico was at the front. He was tall, over six-foot-three, with hair the color of midnight ink and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass.

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