Black Powder Red Earth Comics Novels & Stories

- "This smells super fruity," Marcus examines the bag when River gives him a whiff of it. "Straight high-grade purple from the sweet, sweet islands of Jamaica, also, don't tell my boss." River says and Marcus scoffs then starts laughing. "You raggedy bitch." Marcus slaps River on the right shoulder. "You're holding out on me again." He shakes his head and tries snagging the bag from River, who swiftly snaps it back. "No, jolly when he sees the green giant, you roll like a bitch wearing two-inch long acrylic nails, so, step back." River bounces Marcus to dig into another drawer, where he pulls out a board stained with THC gum, and a grinder with a lion carved on the top.

, he asked, sitting next to me, "I should ask you the same thing, but if you want to know... I then explained to him how my day started and ended with all the bullshit.I left aside the part where I was soon to ask the Red King for help for the coming war. "Wow, an interesting first date for you, don't you think? ", he said with a giggle. I knew he was saying it as a joke to try to cheer me up and I was grateful to him. "Do you smell that? It smells like sage and something else whose smell I can't distinguish, "he said, looking frantically around him and humaning the air. I also did the same and I didn't feel anything special. He calmed down after a few minutes. I was looking at the flowers w

Liquid red energy flowed out of the stone, snaking across the floor toward me. It was hot. It was heavy. It was the smell of the packhouse and the taste of the dirt. As the Red Blood hit my skin, I felt a new kind of fire. It wasn't the "Prime-Link" fire of the Architects. It was the **Primal Fire** of the Earth. It was the rage of a billion years of evolution. I stood up. My hair was no longer silver or black; it was the color of a setting sun. My eyes were a deep, predatory crimson.

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

I extended my hand to him, and when he accepted mine, I intertwined our fingers, and together we headed to the small plaza. “Have you been to the marketplace, Red?” I asked curiously. He tilted his head and smiled. “All the time, but not as smelly as this one. In fact, ours is one of the best online marketplaces in the world.” “Ha! Ha!” I rolled my eyes. “Funny, Red!” Red sighed, probably changing his mind when we reached the fish and seafood section. I noticed his face turning pale, and I could see his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed hard. I made a quick look at his bodyguard just in case my husband fainted seeing live catch.

"There are wanted posters all over the city. How long do you think you can hide?" Corbin blinked, then pulled a small bottle from his pocket and waved it in front of me. "That's exactly why we have to move fast." The liquid inside was clear. My stomach plummeted. "What are you doing?" His smile widened, and the madness behind it was no longer something he could contain. "Gage, have you ever wondered what acid feels like on your face?" My eyes went wide. I shot to my feet and tried to back away, but he was faster. He twisted the cap off and flung the contents at me. In that split second, someone came hurtling out of nowhere and yanked me clear.

He laughed and moved away when he heard Mars' sulky voice, and before she asked why he was laughing, she furrowed her eyebrows as she suddenly felt his anger. " Alpha Zen," Marcus uttered to put all his focus on him " Just like you said, we found a big underground warehouse that we can't touch the door because black magic has been practiced on it and it might kill us while we can hear voices from below. What do we do now?" Is there anything dearer than the soul?? Yes..you! I chose you to adore you and love you more than my soul and myself "my alpha" 'I'm not the most powerful person a god has ever created... but I'm strong enough to make you shiver at the mention of my name'

“And why do you lot look scared of this Hellhound dude?” “You don’t pay my wages anymore,” I said. “I work for money, not charity. And to answer your second question, have you ever heard of Genghis Khan?” He blinked. “Eum, the Mongol Guy” Ethan snorted. “Yeah, the Mongol guy,” I conceded sarcastically. “The one who conquered half of the world. Well, right now, when it comes to werewolves, the closest thing we have to Genghis Khan is the Hellhound. Granted before the Mongols finished their conquering spree.”