Deku Black Novels & Stories

Dell groan “Could it be that he's the Alpha Prince of Black wolves Pack?” He asked “Who's the Alpha Prince of Black wolves Pack?” We heard Zack voice behind us and turned to see him standing with half drunk Dante who was leaning on his shoulder “Alpha Prince of Black wolves Pack?!” Dante almost yelled waking up from his slumber, “Why the fuck did you allow him to drink so much?” Dell growl at Zack “He wanted to man, I couldn't stop him” Zack almost yelled

I don’t know if it’s the mission itself or knowing Zane is here, but my heart is already racing, my blood heating in my veins. I see the guy who’s supposed to pick me up standing at the edge of the tarmac. Tall, broad, dressed in black, and wearing sunglasses that don’t hide the fact that he’s one of Arkyn’s men. He gives me a short nod before walking over, tossing a black bag my way. “Sorry, Alpha’s orders,” he mutters. “Blindfold goes on. It’s the only way to the Vega pack.”

he said with a smirk. Glancing over at my dad I watched the wheels turning in his head. Seeing me looking at him he asked me who Athena was. Nick spoke up then. “Athena Blackstone is Derek Blackstone’s daughter and Gavin’s real mate. She's also pregnant with Gavin's twin sons,” he announced, causing my dad to begin sputtering. “Alpha Derek Blackstone is a warrior prodigy and had a daughter? Do you know who her mother was by chance,” he asked me gobsmacked.

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—"

His long black hair is tied in a bun at the back of his head, I see his look is like a knife, sharp and galactic colonies when he sees me. I have a feeling that his skin is the color of the galactic colonies of a blood moon and black tattoos run over his bare chest. Then, I realize that all the lines are precise and symmetrical on both sides of the body, I see that they start at his neck and travel like a maze over the rest of him, disappearing under the waistband of a ripped black jeans. He is a vision of dark virility. "Bom DIA, Karin Iwasaki," Deese Ale.

I opened my laptop, the glowing screen my only shield against the room. Ten minutes passed. The room filled with the chatter of people who had never worried about a grocery bill in their lives. Then, the silence hit. The air left the room, sucked out by a vacuum of pure intimidation. I didn’t have to look up to know who had walked in. The Blackwood Heirs. There were three of them, but only one mattered. Niccolò De Luca. I risked a glance over the top of my laptop. They moved in an arranged movement. Nico was at the front. He was tall, over six-foot-three, with hair the color of midnight ink and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass.

The draekon huffed a breath of air towards Rhae's face, that stunk of rotten flesh, then flew off, followed by the other draekon's gather around. Only one draekon remained, staring curiously at her. It had pitch black scales, with blue details on the tips of its claws, spikes and snout. The black scales glimmered like stars in the sunlight, with the blue tips creating a perfect ombre between the black and blue.

I coughed, the burn in my throat searing. "Please…” His eyes glowed molten gold with fury before he finally released me. I fell back to the ground, clutching my throat, coughing as air clawed its way back into my lungs. He straightened slowly, towering above me. "You thought you could play games with me." A smirk flickered across his face. His face hardened to stone as he intoned, "By my word as Derek Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, I denounce you, for conspiring with the unknown murderer, and for daring to deceive me—"