Blackheart Comics Novels & Stories

I hear Black's voice and slowly, I move my hands to the Dagger but just before I do that, her voice stops me, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." "Don't listen to her, she's only messing with you." Black encourages me to take out the dagger and my hands move to hold it, doing a mental count before pulling it out of my gut. "Ugh!" I groan loudly, retreating immediately as the course through my insides, finding its ways to my heart. It feels like my heart is about to explode. "That's the thing with you werewolves, you never listen. You believe you're always right, always stronger, especially the Alphas." There's this irritation that doesn't sound like it's out of jealousy but out of pain.

He slashed through my chest and I could feel the excruciating pain as blood oozed out of my body. Another slash will end it for me, I knew it and he wasn't even going to hesitate. Just like a miracle, I saw a black wolf with shimmering blue eyes which put me in a daze. With majestic strides and charisma, the wolf hopped onto a branch and then pounced on Dylan. The weight of the two wolves on me knocked me out instantly. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ CHECKMATE's POV I stood before the mirror in my room, looking intently at my reflection. My hands lingered around the spot on my chest where the spear had gone through.

The forest was a mess as sparks of red, silver, black, and crimson light crashed into molten light. "You... Moonbound... impossible!" the person hissed. "No one can mix betrayal, power, and bonds, but you..." When I yelled, Silver Heart shone with strength, loyalty, and pulse. "I AM THE SILVER HEART!" Betrayal, power, or shadow can't hurt what I have!" The broken part of me was linked to the Silver Heart, the Shadowed Moon, the True End, and the voices of my past lives. Sparks of molten energy hit shadows and twisted furiously before starting to match my pulse.

Casie sighed before closing her eyes. "This is the tale of my elder sister, Amora Roosevelt, the heir of the Alpha's position of Black Heart pack. We were not known as black hearts for no reason. Our actions were just like our name, black. So we had never guessed that the to-be alpha of the pack, the ruthless and untamable, would fall for a person of a different species," She took a deep breath.

Black Card #0721 activated. A shadowed figure smiled. "Finally."

the young man said with a crooked grin and a wink, “I’ll be sure to snap a lot of pictures at the windows during my next tour.” Heat suffused Brad’s face and he thought he could actually be blushing. After nodding at Bias rather dumbly, he hurried from the store. Once outside, he finally glanced down at the business card in his hand. On one side was a crude but strangely accurate caricature of Bias himself with a phone number and email address underneath it, while on the other side, in calligraphy script, were three lines of text: Tobias Eugene Silver Student, Artist, Paranormal Investigator,

Turns out most men aren’t very practical thinkers—they need disaster to strike before they realise the risk. Caspian headed for the old newspapers and tabloids, spending almost half an hour wrestling with dust-coated shelves. I focused on myself instead. My heart had been stolen first. I started with records of unnatural werewolf murders. I pulled two books from the restricted section. Both mentioned heart organs stolen from two wolves by sorcerers, later trafficked through the black market. I thought about the link between the organ thefts described in the books and the heart thefts I’d experienced—mine, and the one Alpha Fridmund’s sibling had suffered.

"I don't even want to know why you used those words." I smiled and looked back at the cloth in my hand. Folding it up, I placed it back at the bottom of the chest. "The car's here." He added. I hummed softly in response and my eyes flew towards the bottom of the chest, at the delicate silver chain. Picking it up, I saw that it had a heart necklace hanging onto the chain, with a name engraved on it. "Kate." I whispered, then looked at Caden. "Isn't this cute?"

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."

The bees might have stung, but I was the bear, and my wrath was a storm they would never forget. The stench of gunpowder and sweat assailed me as I burst through the shattered remains of the warehouse door. Inside, it was pandemonium. My warehouse, once a well-oiled machine of darkness and efficiency, was now a scene ripped straight from the inferno of my nightmares. The air crackled with the staccato bark of gunfire, the deafening roar punctuated by the guttural grunts of men in brutal hand-to-hand combat. My men, loyal wolves clad in black, battled in a whirlwind of fists and blades against Mikhail's swarm of insects – mercenaries known for their ruthless efficiency and venomous sting.