Blackheart Comics Novels & Stories

I ask in surprise as I look down both ends of the hall. Victor’s expression is sombre, not his usual effervescent self. “This came for you,” he says holding out a black envelope with ‘Blackheart’ scrawled on it in beautiful gold calligraphy. I take the envelope from his hand and even though I know what I’ll find, I still turn it over to look at the back, sealed with gold wax with a blood drop symbol embedded in the wax and I suck in a breath. “I’m sorry, Heart,” Victor says, his voice full of regret. I give him a smile, “You have nothing to be sorry for, thank you for bringing this to me,” I say kissing his cheek.

The faces of the frozen wolves passed by, their silent screams echoing through the very air, a chilling testament to the Heartstone's perversion. I felt their despair, their life force stolen, a sickening emptiness that threatened to seep into my own soul. But I pushed it back, focusing on Olivia, on the life force she represented. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached the Heartstone. It pulsed with a sickly green light, veins of black, corrupted energy pulsing beneath its crystalline surface, feeding the ice that held the wolves captive. It was a monstrous, beautiful thing, a power source twisted to malevolent ends.

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

“That’s enough.” “Oh my god,” Abby whispered, her eyes widening with dawning, horrifying comprehension. “You did.” She looked from my panicked face to Jax’s stony one. “You blackmailed him? You?” She pointed a disbelieving finger at me. “How? What could you possibly have on him that’s so bad he’d let you… well.” She gestured vaguely at my entire disheveled existence. “It’s not like that,” I said quickly, the lie weak and transparent.

I needed to get to the bottom of what was happening. *************************************************************************************************** Day 4 When I got to the pack house, I saw Damien at the entrance waiting for me. “Alpha” He greeted me. “Damien cut the formalities, you’re my best friend. act like it” Never thought I would ask my beta to act like friend instead of asking him to act like a beta. “Tell me everything you know about Asher’s mate.” “Well for starters her name is Scarlett Bloodmoon daughter of the beta family at lunar pack and best friend to my mate. Her mate is Asher Stormclaw, but it seems that he can’t keep his hands off either of the sisters and can’t make u

I paused mid-step, locking eyes with Haze. "Talk," Lorenzo demanded. Haze tossed a manila folder on the table. "La Rosa Nera exists. The psycho was right" The room stilled. "I thought it was just a ghost story," I said cautiously, eyes narrowing. "It's pretty hard believing shit that comes out of Cheyenne's mouth" Haze shook his head. "It’s very real. Operating out of Italy. Their influence is quiet but deep. Trafficking, smuggling, political blackmail. Everything. And get this... they’re hosting a private auction. High-level. Invitation only."

Jaxsen’s wails viciously yanked at Sebastian’s heartstrings as he called for Mommy and Daddy; as he begged Sebastian to bring them back to him. When he found out about Glen and Sara Michaels’ untimely deaths, Sebastian felt his cardiovascular system fail, his blood ran cold and his airway compressed to a point where no oxygen could pull through. He had been glad he was alone when the devastation hit. However, when the shock wore off from the news, he began searching for Jaxsen Michaels; the only child of his dearest friends and his God Son. He was angry he had not been contacted by New York social services until he knew the exact date of the murders. December 17, 2013. He knew that date well

Selina said in a deep whisper as she stood up from the chair by the bed where her uncle was sleeping when she saw Lucian walk in and stand before her with his worried eyes fixed on his uncle. Lucian shifted his gaze to Selina. He could see the anger in her eyes. "How is he? Albert told me he was sick," he said in a low voice. "The doctor said he had a problem with his heart. He's been grieving since Lester's death," she replied in sad. Anger filled her eyes again. "You haven't answered my question? Where have you been these days?!"

“No deals. No favors. Not like that.” “He owes me. It wouldn’t be shady—” “Javi. Please.” He didn’t argue. He never did. After he left, I lay down on the old couch in the living room. I wrapped myself in a thin blanket and stared at the cracked ceiling. Thunder rolled in the distance. The rain had started again. My phone buzzed. A message from my boss at the diner. “Emergency. Clean Club Rosario. Extra cash. Midnight.” Midnight? I looked at the time. 11:32 p.m.

"I may not have seen his face, but he has a black wolf tattoo. A tattoo of a wolf was clearly drawn on his arm, and the word BLACK was boldly drawn in it, signifying black wolves. I am sure every clan member must have a tattoo like that, just like we all in the Adrenaline mob, who have dragon tattoos" "Alright Axton, I'll keep that in mind. If the mob in Mexico, is really the same clan that ended the life of your sister and father, then is a starting point for you to get rid of them one after the other to know the face of the man who brutally killed your father and set your sister ablaze.". "Thanks Chevy." "Wow, did you just thank me? What's changing you Axton, because this isn't the heartle