Black Winter Marvel Novels & Stories

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.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

He looked at my cuffed hands and clenched his jaw. "Good work, Mila!.. take care of dead bodies" He grabbed my arm harshly and pulled me towards him. "Sir, roads are blocked due to heavy snowfall. It will be difficult to go back..." She informed him. Vlad gave her nod and started dragging me with him. He didn't even bother to uncuff me. His men stayed with Mila when he mercilessly dragged me with him in harsh snowfall. My legs are getting numb due to the cold. These boots are not warm enough to fight bone chilling winter.

"Watching my mother die in the snow. Watching my father fall to the shadow. Watching my brothers suffer in silence. Watching Ravenna fight—the king, the shadow, the watchers, the fissure. Watching and doing nothing. I thought I was protecting them by watching. I thought I was keeping them safe. But I was only protecting myself. I was only hiding. Now I have stopped watching. Now I am fighting. Now I am here. Now I am home." The pack wept. The flames rose higher, licking at the darkening sky. The smoke curled upward, carrying the souls of the fallen to wherever wolves go when they die. I raised the Kingslayer. The symbols flickered, then blazed—gold and silver, bright as the sun, bright as th

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

Beta Connor began to order before he felt as if he were choking. "All these people willing to die for you while you remain grounded," Black continued. The Mad One had remained perfectly still, but his predatory eyes were now staring at the Red Moon Beta. Connor felt as if he'd been crushed to the ground by the enormous pressure of the power unleashed by Alpha Black. He trembled with fear as he saw everyone around him start to howl and writhe under the pain of this legendary wolf's black aura.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

He tapped her but she was still feeling quite sleepy. "This woman is a headache" he grunted and Bethany opened her eyes. "Who are you calling a "headache"? Huh?" She dragged Xavier to herself and his eyes bulged looking intensively at her. ******************************* Blaze walked out of her room wearing fitted black leather trousers and black fancy leather boots. She had a black leather jacket over a black singleton. Her choker necklace fitted her well alongside her dark shades. Her hair was stylishly parked into a ponytail. Her lips were smeared with black lipstick. She looked stunning. Jason wore a black face cap and black shades. He pulled his black leather jacket on top of his black

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo