Blackheart Comics Novels & Stories

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

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He’s probably not used to having cute stuff around him. “I can’t think of any special occasion, but,” I accepted the bear, “thank you, anyway. Didn’t know you have stuff like this hidden in your room.” I took a good look at the toy and I saw a little black button in the middle of its heart. “What does this button do?” “Oh, yeah, that one. Try pressing it,” he now sounds excited. I carefully pressed it and “Take care, my Princess! Take care, my Princess!” The bear started talking and I was a little shocked. I looked up to Lurcos and he was smiling from ear to ear. He looks so proud of his gift.

Eva said on the phone. “But you said that there was a Crimson Red before right?” Amy asked “Yes boss” “And now you are saying that there's just one Mafia ring? I don't get you Eva” Amy said. “I'm sorry boss. As at the time of Crimson Red, Black hearts weren't established. So when Crimson Red Don died and his son refused to take over, Andrew Richardson formed the Black Hearts that took over the underworld. So now, there's no Crimson Red, but there's Black Hearts.” Eva said.

The pages were fragile, but the words burned into me: “The Moonheart sings with the howl, binding chaos to will. It lies where the first wolves fell, guarded by blood and shadow.” The Blackthorn Ruins. A battlefield from the old wars, where werewolves and vampires tore each other apart. The Moonheart was there, hidden by Selene’s mother to keep it safe. A relic to control the howl. I’d known then what I had to do. I had to get it.

“Is that what you do?” “Sure do.” “Shut up,” she said, delighted at this tidbit of information. “What kind?” “Oh, military romance, all the way. Some romantic suspense, maybe the occasional paranormal romance.” She laughed aloud. “Vampires?” “Nope. Shifters. I’m very partial to wolves. Shape-shifting, growling wolves that move in packs.” “Shut up,” she said again. “OK, no. I’m totally lying. I’ve never read a racy romance in the whole of my life. But I had you going for a minute there, huh?”

"Of course I know who you are. Who don't know the Alpha Grayson, warrior king, one of the most highest ranked Alphas, powerful, feared, respected, and also part of the Black Hearts." I felt the color drain from my face the moment that last sentence left her lips. "How..." I whispered. "How do you know about the Black Hearts?" "I know a lot of things. Why do you think I am not in a pack?" "Maybe because you're a psychopath and you got kicked out of your old pack."