Black Nightwing Novels & Stories

Shortly, Hercule heard their footsteps moving away from him. He sighs deeply then mumbles, "Black Order." The words sent shivers throughout his body. The Black Order is the main enemy of all the night creatures. They are the ones that hunted the ghouls and fairies to extinction. Annihilated all the strong Vampire bloodlines, leaving only a few weak ones, but are still hunted to this day and forced to hide in the shadows. The Black Order trains blood hunters to hunt night creatures. At first, they only attack the rogue once, then they become power-hungry and act beyond the law or more to say they want to become the law. Now they attack everyone that stands in their way.

"This damned cat! Fuck you!" As the door is kicked in, a loud voice yells. Mattia walks in with Ares in his hands and hissing as Ares tries to get away. Mattia throws him down so hard that he lands on his paws. Ares sees me and runs over to me. "Fucking hell, that cat is a devil." Mattia snaps as his hands brush against his black pants, which have small cuts on them. Nice job, Ares.

Usually, I’m good at going from being myself to being the cold-hearted assassin everyone knows and fears, but this entire Grigoras mess has made me deviate from my normal routine in more ways than one and let’s be honest, Alec has definitely messed with my head and my vagina, though one I enjoyed more than the other. Right now I need to take the last few weeks and lock them away in the back of my mind and focus on being Blackheart. From the moment I step off this plane, I will be cold, emotionless, fearless, and capable of anything. Death is my bitch and she’s not coming for me this year.

He bit into her neck deeply; I saw his hands scratching at her chest while biting further. I screamed as blood filled his mouth and ran down her neck. She screamed and tried fighting him off to no ability. She hit him and he grabbed her arm throwing it aggressively. The sound of shattering bones filling the room with her screams that started to die as well. I felt like I couldn’t look away, the dark one bit harder and ripped her throat out. I screamed louder in terror. Everything that was rushing back into my mind was the grizzly scene from my parents death.

From the thick underbrush where we hid, I spotted two sentinels standing motionless at the cave entrance. Their faces were completely covered by bone-masked hoods, their forms draped in ragged black robes. It was impossible to tell if they were male or female, if they were even werewolves at all. They didn’t move, not once. Not even when the air shifted with death. When night fell, Xareth moved like a whisper. He stepped forward, his black cloak merging with the darkness. His bow emerged in one fluid motion. He pulled two arrows, and fired in perfect unison.

But doubt crept in—the night's victories felt fragile, like glass underfoot. Minutes later, the door opened to admit the stranger: a sleek gray wolf shifting to human form mid-stride, revealing a woman in her thirties, athletic build, clad in rain-slicked leathers. Her hair was raven-black, eyes a piercing green that scanned the room like a predator assessing threats. Chains bound her wrists—precautionary—held by two enforcers. She bowed her head slightly, respect tinged with wariness. "Alpha Blackwood. I'm Kira, emissary from the Shadowclaw Pack. We heard the battle—felt the shift in power. Hanlon was our enemy too; he owed us debts, spilled our blood in secret deals."

My family had covered it up perfectly, profiting from the new alliances while I rotted in an unmarked grave. Rage boiled inside me as I read further. The Blackthorn empire had only grown stronger. Damien Blackthorn, Kael’s older brother, was portrayed as a ruthless visionary. Billionaire Alpha. CEO of Blackthorn Group, controlling vast territories, businesses, and pack alliances across Africa and beyond. Photos showed a towering, devastatingly handsome man with sharp features, golden eyes, and an aura of pure dominance. My wolf whined traitorously at the images, drawn to his power even through a screen.

As I moved one step closer, he opened his hand, and I suddenly stopped when I saw the piece of technology he was holding. I had never seen this exact device before, but since it was important for me to stay informed about the cities, I recognized the flame and lightning symbol on the side. Blackthorn Technologies was the main company that made weapons in the shifter world, and if I was right, Mr. Mason was holding a high-level taser that would force me into a partial shift, leaving me trapped between wolf and human form and completely under his control.

I looked up, my silver vision piercing the darkness. On the ridges above us, dozens of figures stood silhouetted against the moon. They weren't wearing the furs of Silvercrest. They were draped in the dark, lacquered leather of the Nightfang Vanguard. And in the center stood my father, Darian Blackthorn, holding a staff tipped with a shard of Black Onyx, the only stone capable of drinking a Moonbound’s light. "Look at the monsters," Darian’s voice carried on the wind, cold and triumphant. "The Alpha and the Witch, tangled in a cave like common beasts. You’ve made it very easy for me, Asha."

As I step inside the glass cage, the wolf standing in the corner makes my entire spine stiffen. "Viremont," I growl, my knuckles tightening around my locker keys. "What business does a disgraced medic have on Alpha Blackthorne's private floor?" Darius Nightbane stands tall, adjusting the lapels of his tailored team suit, his expression dead and cold. "Whatever my family does on this ice doesn't concern a common enforcer, does it, Shawn?" The Nightbane line is entirely depleted after the war, but their ancestral status still gives them leverage with the league elders.