Black Nightwing Novels & Stories

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

“Two Alphas claiming the same fragile little Luna? How embarrassing.” The growl that tore from Zander’s chest sounded like it came straight from hell. “Choose your next words carefully.” Rowan’s voice was colder. Deadly. “Or you won’t have teeth left to say them.” The stranger’s smile widened. “Oh, but I thought you’d want to know who threatens your little arrangement.” He bowed — mockingly. “I am Cassian Blackwater. Firstborn Alpha Prince of the Shadow Pack.” The crowd behind us gasped. Shadow Pack.

This absence of allegiance seemed appropriate for a space intended to transcend the divisions that had brought them to this precipice. The Shadow Knight arrived first, his transformed essence maintaining controlled manifestation despite the temptation toward intimidating display. Midnight armour flowed around bone framework with deliberate restraint as constellation patterns shifted within his form. The forgotten souls integrated within his transformed substance remained vigilant but composed, their collective determination tempered by cosmic awareness regarding the significance of this unexpected parley.

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

Chris paused and added “Thank you for being my shadow. I hope you will stay on to support Night Wing and help him as you did for me till you my children take over.” “Boss, we will guard here and guard young master if fate wills, if not, we will have trained the next generation for young master.” Night Vigil answered solemnly. “Thank you” Chris hung up without giving Night Vigil a chance to ask any further. He stopped near the Italian stone pine tree near the hospital gate, it was nearly time for Henke’s arrival. A man in black arrived before Chris “Boss”. Chris extended his hand and the man in black handed a small syringe the size of a small button and disappeared the same way he way appeare

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

Her leather jacket was gone, leaving her in her red tank top, the fabric torn at the shoulder, and her auburn hair hung in her face, the silver streaks catching the torchlight. Zane Blackthorn sat on his throne, his lean frame coiled with menace, his amber eyes glinting like a predator’s in the dim light. His shaved head gleamed, the claw-mark tattoos snaking up his arms a stark contrast to his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, the fabric stained with blood. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm on the armrest, each tap echoing like a heartbeat in the cavern’s stillness. Around him, his pack lingered, their eyes averted, their postures tense, but Rhea stood at his side, her cruel

This time, as Williams spoke, he laughed slightly, adding humor to his tone, clearly mocking Adrian. “They call it Noctivane—the Black Breath of Life. Looks like ink trapped inside a vial—silent and dangerous—but it’s no poison. One touch of it, just a drop through the veins, and every storm in the chest goes still. The harshest cough, the deepest wheeze—it all bows to its calm. Then comes the rush… strength returning like sunrise after a long night.