Black Winter Marvel Novels & Stories

The lightning struck but instead of crushing the Ifetedo warriors, it struck Sarumi the sorcerer. The Mages of Reaplake watched fearfully for a moment and they almost took a breath of relief when the maniacal laughter of Sarumi filled the air. "Kalanthra sinahi" he spoke as he called down a black rain on the Reaplake army. The black rain burned off their magical shield like fire burning dry leaves. Everything the rain touched burned to nothing including warriors and their weapons alike. As a last resort, the mages of Reaplake combined last of their life essences to create a protective barrier on the rest of the Reaplake army to protect them from the black rain.

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

’ Vuk pressed, tone clipped. “You want to discuss that here?” ‘Yes. Either that or you’re going to show her how hard she makes you.’ I glanced down at the problem pressing against my zipper. “There’s no response from the Arabs,” I muttered under my breath, dragging my mind somewhere else. “And no black wolf sightings.” Black Wolves were extinct for a reason. They were fucking brutal—beasts bred from the demon wolf line. Whoever wanted one either planned to use them as mercenaries or to bleed them dry for their power.

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

She stepped out into the snow, Shadow rising, burning gold in her eyes, the illusions twisting, hissing, trying to crawl inside her mind. She roared. A wave of darkness burst from her, slamming into the illusions. The false monsters screamed as they disintegrated into smoke, leaving only the cold and the moonlight. But the witches were not done. From the treeline, a figure stepped forward, robes pitch black, hands lifted as a black mist curled around her fingers. “Alpha,” she hissed, voice echoing. Raven lifted her blade. “You don’t belong here.” The witch laughed, eyes like shattered glass, mist slithering toward Raven.

"Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…" Suddenly black smoke emits from the words, a figure emanating from the black smoke. "I'm finally free, free from the clutches of the chronicles. It's time to claim the world once and for all and create a New Dawn under my rule." The voice chuckled. "What's happening?" I shuddered, the sinister aura cloaking the smoke. "The King of the Vampire has arrived."

' We’re 'Fighting' the 'Original-Parasite'. Dominic Thorne, the "Ice-King-Eternal," felt his "Vantablack-Indigo" anchor "Syncing" with the "Dissonance." He saw the "Residue" as a "Systemic-Infection" on the "Universal-Standard." He was the "Sovereign-Immunity."

It slams into the ice cream cart, sending it flying. “Get up, Mia!” Valeria shouts, her voice sharp with urgency. I scramble to my feet, the taste of dirt in my mouth, and see them,wolves. Five of them, their eyes gleaming with a sinister intent, lunging toward us. Valeria’s already facing off against a woman cloaked in a dark robe that covers her whole body. Her hands glow with pulsating black wisps. I don't need anyone to tell me what's that. Black magic!

But there were so many enemies. Then I saw him. Marcus Blackthorn, in his massive Alpha wolf form, leading the charge. His eyes locked on me across the distance. "He's here for me," I said. "Let him come," Daxon growled, already shifting. But that wasn't all. The sky darkened unnaturally. Storm clouds gathered from nowhere. Lightning cracked, but it was the wrong color. Purple. Magical. "Heriberto," Vida gasped beside me. "He's breaking through the wards."

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.