Black Winter Marvel Novels & Stories

Revenge. It was all dark now and late at night. The room door handle groaned as someone fiddled with it from the outside. I jerked up. I was wide awake. The door opened and the smug old lady stood at the entrance, her eyes searched the room then she pointed at me. “You. You've been bought. Get up.” Fvck. When does this hell end?

Squat forms with swine-like heads and leering eyes that mocked him "I...wh..." The words refused to form as he fought to breathe. He could almost see the other men plotting and planning. Blood was staining their fingers, flowing from the ceiling. Blake stood near them, his face distorted and maimed, grinning as he chewed the loose flesh from his own cheek. He felt long, cold fingers clutch his chin, and his head was tilted to meet the eyes of a dark warrior. Power exuded from the austere form, freezing his blood and cooling the sweat on his skin.

You could say they almost seemed scary, if Nadira didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was brown, the result of the donation she got as a result of Nadira's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is black. This best friend is a wolf-shiftergirl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Nadira once slaughtered.

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

Nwakaego said, lifting her eyes towards the sky, "I thought you forgot about us after that night because of the way you acted. You acted different as if you didn't want to do it." "I didn't," Blackwheel exhaled. "It was an instruction from above that I couldn't disobey. The brotherhood wanted me to have sex with a woman from Africa and I don't know why they wanted me to do that." "So, I was just an order you had to obey?" Blackwheel did not answer. He felt tensed. He looked round the lit, tree-covered path they were taking, afraid that the dead hunter's son was watching him. "There is plenty of reasons behind my actions that night," he said. "I know you were taking aback when you saw me. I w

"Let the old trees remember who leads this land. Let the ground deny passage to those who carry the scent of war for pleasure." The magic crackled through my veins, brighter than pain, older than time. My feet rooted, my voice deepened. "Let the unborn call the thunder." Cerberus stared at me, awed. "Zeina... your eyes..." "They've seen what's coming." The final ward collapsed, and beyond it, the Blackwolves came. Shadow-twisted, lean with hunger and rage, they loped from the treeline like the night had given birth to monsters. Their eyes glowed yellow. Their mouths foamed. Some bore talismans carved from the bones of fallen Alphas.

Zumir’s heart burned with rage upon seeing his older brother’s body dissolve into ashes after being beheaded. His red eyes glowed with fury, and without hesitation, he charged at over twenty white vampires. Black vampires were considered a plague, for they could drink the blood of their kind. In other words, they were traitors. They enslaved the innocent, and slaughtering the helpless was second nature to them. The white vampires devised a plan to wipe out the black vampire race entirely, to restore equality and peace. The whites succeeded in eradicating all black vampires except for one, the youngest son of Supreme Atcandis and Alyada, the young prince Zumir.

The air turned to ice. "Black Widow" was the one word you never said. Rumors flew after my father’s death. That she was a curse. A woman who brought death to her own husband. It was the one scar that never healed. The one line nobody crossed. Marco was still laughing like a maniac. "You killed your husband! You're the reason the Valenti men are all dead! And you'll kill your daughter, too! You're a praying mantis who devours her own—"