Black Sky Marvel Comic Novels & Stories

Flames shot up the sides fast. Screams filled the air. Sirens tried but the city stayed dark except for that weird red sky. Marcus pulled me behind an overturned car. “The main crew is here.” Shadows moved at the end of the block. Dozens. Tall figures in black. Eyes glowing. Claws and old weapons out. One stepped up front. His voice carried like he was right next to us. “Noah Vale. Marcus Blackwood. You broke the blood decree. Vale Enterprises ends tonight. You die with it.”

Kayo tackles Rowan so hard they both go down in a pile of tails and books and pure joy. We stand in the center of it all, six shadows stretching long across the plaza, while the sky above us rearranges the stars into one new constellation: A blackbird carrying a burning sun, wrapped in coyote tracks, circled by nine fox tails, framed by dragon wings and an open book. Permanent. Real. Ours. Later, when the sun finally rises (real sun this time, golden and gentle), the Sky King approaches alone. No crown. No armor. Just an old man in simple gray robes, eyes the color of distant thunder.

Of course the Grand Elder knew this, but what’s the harm in continuing to fight and kill even more before they die, right? “Hm? It seems something is appearing up there? A black hole? Are there other enemies coming?” Long Chen asked, looking up at the sky where a fairly large black hole had just appeared. All eyes immediately turned to the sky, for the pressure emanating from that black hole was so immense it drew their attention. “Eh? Did I see that wrong?” Long Chen asked, rubbing his eyes as he stared at the black hole in the sky with a shocked expression. “AGHHHHHH!!! Watch out! Don’t block my path, get out of the way!”

“It’s starting.” The sky—iron grey moments ago—began to swirl into darkness. Clouds spiraled inward, forming a vortex directly above the Frostlands. Snow lifted off the ground in slow, impossible spirals, rising instead of falling. The heartbeat came again. BOOM. Every creature flinched. Lyra swayed, her knees buckling. Vale caught her, arm sliding around her waist. The mark flared beneath her glove— —but not gold. Black. A pulse like tar seared through her veins.

Marvel’s entire body was glowing blue, his eyes shining bright in the night as he leaned over my former mate, telling her grandpa was coming and she was going to be okay. His faith in me is endless, but I can’t fix this. I can’t fix her. I could see by the amount of blood around her and by the look of her face that it was the end for her. Her shirt and pants are soaked in blood, and Marvel has her blood drying all over his knees, legs, and hands. Even his face is smeared with it. My grandson, who likes to always stay clean, is covered in rotting blood, and he doesn’t care. His glowing blue eyes were watching Harriet like he was begging her to hold on for my arrival.

She turned to walk away. “We told you what we want already,” the brown-haired one called after her. “It’s your job to give it to us. Isn’t that right?” Lia clenched her jaw. Great. First day and already dealing with idiots. “We would like chocolate-filled croissants and a vanilla bean latte. Thanks,” the black-haired one interrupted firmly. Lia blinked, surprised but grateful. At least one of them had functioning brain cells. The other two groaned in disappointment. “Coming right up,” Lia said, giving the black-haired guy a small appreciative smile before heading to the counter.

His breath came in ragged bursts as he dropped to his knees, fingers clawing into the stone beneath him. “Hold him!” one of the warriors shouted. Three wolves rushed forward, trying to restrain him. It didn’t work. Darin’s head snapped upward with unnatural force. And then— Everything changed. His eyes opened. Black. Not glowing red like Malrik’s corrupted followers. Not burning with rage or madness. Just— Black. Endless. Like voids carved into his skull. The courtyard fell into stunned silence. Even the air seemed to recoil. Aria’s breath caught in her throat.

They were falling from the sky like black raindrops, aimed directly at the Shadow-District. "They're not waiting for a surrender," Mara shouted, her pulse-rifle over her shoulder. "They're going for total liquidation. If those pods land, the slums are gone." "They won't land," I said, my silver wings expanding until they touched the walls of the chamber. I looked at Dante. The "Toxic Bond" was gone. The "Rejected Heiress" was dead. "Dante, I'll take the sky," I said, a dark, defiant grin crossing my face. "You take the ground. Let's show the Hegemony what happens when the merchandise fights back."

Dust rained from the ceiling. Outside, wolves howled in panic. Killian rushed to the window. “The sky Alpha, you need to see this.” We moved quickly to the balcony overlooking the territory. My breath left me. Above the mountains, reality itself tore open. A massive silver-black fracture spread across the sky like broken glass. Lightning moved inside it. Not natural lightning. Living energy. And from within the tear a silhouette began forming. Tall. Graceful. Terrifying. The Veil Queen was no longer hiding.

Don’t…’ Niru warned me and stopped me from moving forward. ‘What the hell, Niru!’ He shook his head. ‘That’s not…that’s…’ I moved closer to where the fighting had moved to and watched. There were five werewolves, two of which were wounded pretty bad. It was easy to pick out Skylar. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail but it was the same nearly white-blonde that Mom had. She was also the shortest out of the entire group. However, her eyes were completely black. The smile she had on her face was that of a monster playing with their food. My paws froze in the ground.