Deku Black Novels & Stories

“Right.” James did not say more and propelled forward. Very quickly, the three of them appeared near the battleground. There was an intense fight on the surface of the sea. A man in a black robe was fighting against a middle-aged man in a gray robe. Their power was so strong that a lift of their finger released energies destructive enough to wipe out the earth and the heavens. James recognized one of them. The man in black was Tamuuz Darkness, the Sanctuary of Darkness’ Deputy Master. There was also a woman he recognized. She was one of the officials of the Elixir Pavilion, Jadranka Yevdokiya.

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.

Alex began hesitantly, "there’s someone at the border requesting to see you." Derek raised a brow. "Who dares to request an audience at this hour?" Alex shifted uncomfortably. "It’s Kael Blackthorn." The name hit Derek like a punch to the gut. His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. Kael. The rogue Alpha. The man who had once stood at the pinnacle of power, only to be cast down for crimes he swore he never committed. “Take me to him” Derek ordered, his voice cold. Alex hesitated. "Are you sure? He—"

Her face was calm, unreadable, the face of someone who had seen generations of wolves rise, claim, bleed, and fall, and no longer wasted emotion on things she had not yet witnessed. Beside the dais stood Decker. He wore black. Not ornamental black. Not the sort meant to draw the eye with decoration. This was Dark Mountain black clean, severe, fitted to strength rather than vanity. His jacket sat close across his shoulders, the line of it sharp against the breadth of him, his dark hair brushed back, his jaw set. He looked every inch what he was. Alpha.

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

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.

"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?