Black Deku Novels & Stories

so Jeanne, Ritsuka, Mashu, Jack, Amanda Scratch, Oliver, Olivia, Roxy, Monty & I got on Oberon and headed back to the hideout. Back at the Friendly Strangers Hideout Karuji turned around and saw me on Oberon “guys Arnold is back” he shouted Funabi, Darkchromus, Sanazo & Matthias saw me on Oberon” my group and I jump off Oberon and he morph back to servant form “are you alright Oberon?” I asked him “yes I was a pretty dizzy” he said “it’s okay if you take a break its go for it” I said “thanks Arnold” said Oberon “Karuji any luck on the Mane Six, Sunset, Starlight & Bronyium?” I asked “they said that they got 45% of the Parastic Fault” he said “that’s good to hear” I said suddenly the hideout

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

“Please come to my cabin,” Dinesh mentioned as Anushka looked up from her phone. She was reading another one of the books online. She loved romance books and would prefer them any day over her textbooks. She walked to his cabin, straightening the white t-shirt and pants she was wearing today. It was the least bit professional, but she did wear a sweater over it, so it was fine. As usual, knocking on the door twice, she walked inside as he gestured to her to sit, “How many countries do we deal with?” He asked all of a sudden.

“Ignore him.” “Ohh…” I mutter, turning back away, though my curiosity’s gnawing. “If you’re not a Dreil, then what exactly are you?” The air stills, thickening with this tense silence. But before either of them answers, my phone pings. I glance at it. It's a message from Evelyn. I let it go dark again. Now's not the time for stories. Mr. Black finally breaks the silence, his voice deep as it hums through the room. “His mother’s a Dreil. Her brother, too. So the blood runs in him, but that does not make him one.”

His long black hair is tied in a bun at the back of his head, I see his look is like a knife, sharp and galactic colonies when he sees me. I have a feeling that his skin is the color of the galactic colonies of a blood moon and black tattoos run over his bare chest. Then, I realize that all the lines are precise and symmetrical on both sides of the body, I see that they start at his neck and travel like a maze over the rest of him, disappearing under the waistband of a ripped black jeans. He is a vision of dark virility. "Bom DIA, Karin Iwasaki," Deese Ale.

And then he came. A figure emerged from the smoke like a creature out of one of those old nightmare stories whispered by kitchen fires, only that this one was real. The closer he stepped, the more my chest locked. The flames behind him made him look almost inhuman, his silhouette outlined in fire and shadow, framed by warriors moving in practiced formation. Kane Blackwood. Of course, I didn’t know his name yet, but I knew his power. You didn’t need a title to recognize a storm.

Hard and fast, slipping all over each other he thrust inside me with venom. I clung on, my hands slipping over his solid muscles, moaning and biting his shoulder as the first orgasm rolled over me almost instantly. Dex was relentless, his wolf fierce, strong and determined to show Raya who was in charge. His jet black hair was soaked against his scalp, black locks stuck against his forehead. His skin had a healthy olive glow with eyes shimmering black and ruby. Stunning, mesmerising and somehow mine.

Duke Alistair Blackwood and Duchess Pia Blackwood entered. They were nobility of the highest order, immensely wealthy, with an authority that matched even Draven’s. Alistair was tall and silver-haired, with sharp features and the same grey eyes as Draven, though colder and harder from a lifetime in high society. Pia, in her sixties, remained strikingly elegant and beautiful in a tailored suit and pearls, her gaze sharp and observant. Draven stood straight, stepping forward and pulling Belle firmly to his side, there's no hesitation, and hiding. “Mom. Dad,” he greeted respectfully but not subservient. “I wasn’t expecting you. You could have called.”

I finally manage what feels like an appropriate question. “Two.” Olivia begrudgingly answers. “We dis many!” The little guy who looks just like me shoves two fingers in the air proudly, a big toothy grin on his face. “That’s amazing! What a big man you are.” I echo his enthusiasm. “Will you tell me your name?” “Mama says no talk to strangers, Deke.” Kaden’s miniature reminds his brother, making me chuckle. “It’s okay, Kellan. This man is the Beta of this pack and mommy knows him.” She tells him then sinks onto the bed with both of them in her arms. “This is Deacon”

“Listen! I don't care about your excuses. But if you mess up again, and that girl slips off your finger, consider yourself done. Nobody will crown a mere wolf as the Alpha of DARK HEARTS! GOODBYE!” For that moment, everything I was feeling waxed cold. So it's true. Fuck. Black is born without the alpha aura. And… and the Grand Alpha wants to use Debbie to make him one. But how? I mean, I know she's a kingmaker, but… I… I didn't think she could make an ordinary wolf an alpha… Almost immediately, I heard his chair creak. He muttered something that sounded like, "Such an ungrateful boy! You can't put me into shame!”