Black Nightwing Novels & Stories

She waited, patiently, because she knew, today was the day, where she would put an end to it all. A horn was soon blown and it resounded in the air. Soon, the other covens heard about it and they started to make their way to Athens. They all wanted to see for themselves if the death warrior was really back. Arkadia arrived at Athens and all their people gathered in a place, separated from the Silver-Crest coven, followed by the Night Raiders, ruled by Gabriel. They all trooped in with their people one after the other and then, the coven who never make themselves known, soon arrived. It was the Dark shadows Coven. They were all men, and they are the brothers of the Blackburns.

My daughter Aria was hospitalized due to nut allergy, but my Alpha mate’s Omega mistress Vivian gave Aria nut chocolate as a gift. I suppressed my anger and refused, but Marcus frowned and scolded me:"Serena, Vivian meant well. She didn't know about the allergy." My mate Marcus Blackthorne is the Alpha of Blackwater Pack. Border conflicts had erupted suddenly, forcing him to patrol our territory for several days. He returned just in time for our daughter's discharge from hospital, driving over to pick us up.

Blake taunted. Alright! This has gone on long enough, "He is Black Wing." "What?" "Yeah, Blake, the one you are taunting right now is a former fighter of Clover Field that went under the alias Black Wing. Sounds familiar?" at least that shut him up. "I understand your unmentioned hatred toward Mafias, and rightly so. But they are different. They are more like us than you think."

Finally, it was morning again… A bright new day at the Mooncrest Pack. For Damien Blackthorn, he was getting all he wanted…Alpha of Nightwing pack and now Alpha of Mooncrest Pack…and plus he had an heir coming, and that will strengthen his bloodline. But still..there was a wildcard there…Serena. With her, it made everything feel so hard. For Sandy, hers wasn’t so complicated…she had one single goal. Tear the Nightwing pack from the inside out and the first step in that was simple…

Standing on the wolf's side is a large black panther; on the other is an enormous white tiger. “Let me introduce you, gentlemen, to Bliz, Nightshade, and Onyx. They are the ones you have to get past to life.” Byanca growls. “They love a good chase and they haven’t had fun in a while now.” Breayna sighs.

A man stood at the center of the hologram. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black. His presence radiated power even through a screen. Cold. Ancient. Predatory. Seraphine’s chest tightened just slightly. Enough to notice. “Who is he?” she asked. Halvorsen’s voice dropped. “Lucien Blackthorn.” The name echoed through the room like a warning. “Alpha of the Nightfall Pack,” he continued. “Immortal. Unkillable. Over three hundred years old.”

Right before the silhouette could regain his balance and prepare for another round of attack, Andrius said leisurely, “Are you done fooling around, Noir? Or are you itching for a beating?” Andrius went over to the dark shadow and peered down at him from a condescending angle. Under the soft moonlight, the dark silhouette was revealed to be a brown-skinned man with a slender physique. The man scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled. “Wolf King!” The man’s codename was Black Wolf, also nicknamed Noir. He was the captain of the Shadow Wolves, the personal guards to the Wolf King. Andrius glanced at Noir. “What are you doing here?”

At a Stonefang boy giving his cloak to a Nightclaw girl. He reached into his furs and pulled out his Nightclaw pin. Old silver. Wolf head. 300 years of history. He looked at it. Then dropped it in the snow. Didn’t stomp on it. Didn’t throw it. Just… let it go. “I’m still Nightclaw,” he said quietly. “Blood doesn’t wash off. But blood isn’t all I am anymore.” He turned to Vikram. “We’ll stay in Blackrock caves tonight. Not as guests. As guards. Someone has to watch while others sleep.”

Someone powerful. Through the chaos, I caught a glimpse of a massive wolf at the back of the Nightshade formation. Bigger even than me. Silver fur with black markings. Marcus Blackthorn himself had joined the battle.

he says in Italian, well this is going to be fun to deal with. “Let’s find a place more private for us to talk” I say to Marco, this isn’t going to work here, we need a better place. I’m not proud of things I do, sometimes work takes us to dark places, but sometimes the darkness wins, sometimes it’s even worse than depression, depression comes from within, sometimes, we don’t have any control over it. But tonight I gave in to darkness, tonight I’m the one who went to the dark side, there’s this way to get anyone to talk, whether they want to or not. He spit in my face, he cursed me, he refused to talk, but that only got on my dark side, that got my demons out, that got me thirsty for blood h