Deku Black Novels & Stories

She didn’t mind her dad and uncle calling her punkin but not in front of strangers, especially visiting Alpha’s. “Uncle, please stop calling me that in front of others.” She whined as he pulled her into a tight hug, making her blush. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to our top warrior, trainer, and my beautiful niece, Kydence.” He looked at her with such pride. And my nephews, Kasper, and Kruz. Kids, this is Alpha Connor BlackPaw from the BlackPaw Mountain pack, his head trainer, Tyler Samuels and his younger brother and Beta, Dakota.” He said as Connor greeted them shaking their hands.

We ate lunch in the quiet room, discussing the witch clans' current state - which was far from ideal. "Break time is over," Susan announced. As Jennifer settled into a holster chair to observe, Susan encouraged me to take deep breaths and handed me a dark stone called the 'Black Night.' Unlike light magic, there were no spells to recite for this one; the magic just came naturally. I held the stone in my left hand and let the power flow through me. The exertion was much less than light magic. It engulfed my palm in black fire, starkly contrasting the tiny balls of yellow light from before. "It seems Leia's stronger in black magic," Jennifer commented. I gave her a puzzled look.

And from its heart, something began to emerge — a shape woven of shadow and blood, wearing a thousand faces Kaelira once loved and lost. Her knees nearly buckled. “It’s the Echo,” she whispered. “The last remnant of the Black Moon.” It smiled — a cruel, shifting thing. You brought him here, it hissed. How generous. Another vessel to consume. Zevran didn’t flinch. “You’ll choke on me before that happens.” The battle began like a storm breaking open — lightning and steel, magic and fury. Kaelira unleashed her power, the air crackling with blue fire as runes carved themselves across her skin. Zevran moved like a phantom, every strike precise, every step anchored in the rhythm of survival.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

Nico retorted. “Tell us your name, your pack, and why did you go feral?” If we keep him inside our sanctuary, we should at least be sure that he will not attack any of us anytime soon. Or, we can just pump some silver into his veins. He scowls after drinking the tea in one go, then ruefully shakes his head. “My name is Sebastian Black, and you can call me Seb. I’m afraid I cannot tell you more than that,” he declared.”

"I don't think you can imitate the act of spoiling if you tried, at least not with me. I'm sure Zara can relate though, remind me again why she is not here?" "Who is the man holding onto you?" Xhecon asks, ignoring my argument with my father, and drawing my attention to the tower of heat I had all but forgotten. The obsidian-eyed god, who had been silent during the whole exchange responds. "Zedane Rhage, Alpha of the blackwater pack." His voice is delicious, it sounds like the undercurrents of rumbling thunder; starting from his belly and vibrating its way through his chest and out his throat. I would moan just from the sound of it, if the circumstances were different.

“How could you do this to me for Adina? I’ll make you pay for it! You will suffer the consequences of being with Adina!” Flint stared at her. “Whatever. I’ll wait for it.” He then turned and walked into the mansion without a second glance. Karl said worriedly, “The Duke in Cairnstan is quite capable. If he comes here, it will be troublesome.” “The real Duke is now the leader of the Black Party. The Black Party did all kinds of evil deeds, so how can they be afraid of Earl?” Flint became serious. “Duke hasn’t recovered his memory, so the two brothers might not fight.” Flint called Adina.

"Did we?" Her smile faltered before she turned to Sylvan, holding out a crystal decanter. "Alpha Thorne, would you care for some of our specially aged wolfsbane wine?" She leaned forward to pour, deliberately displaying her ceremonial collar that marked her high rank. "I'm Keira Blackwood. My father is Head Beta of the Eastern Ridge Pack." Sylvan regarded her coldly. "Is that so?" "I've heard so much about your Blood Moon operations. So impressive for a second son."

“The legendary lycan Alpha, Kennis Blackwell, is coming to our territory. He’s seeking a young woman between the ages of 20 and 24 to become his Luna.” Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I felt the flicker of dread take root in my chest. Kennis Blackwell, his name alone, stirred dark thoughts and fear in every soul present. An ancient beast who had survived centuries, he was infamous for his ruthless nature and refusal to take another mate after losing his. Why, then, was he interested in a Luna now?

The assistant commander did not hesitate. The rotating cannon on his arm buzzed up, but the light that gathered in its course was not the clean, grelle blue of consortium. It was a nasty, deep black violet that like liquid darkness looked out. “Decking!” Kael shouted. He threw himself with his whole massive flank against me and Silas and ripped us on the hard stone of the rocky projection, seconds before the weapon was fired. The shot was adorable. The black plasma charge hit right there