Justice League Black Canary Novels & Stories

The sound of a pack recognizing their Alpha. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching him bask in their adoration. This was Lucian Blackwood. Not the hedonistic playboy who treated his office like a pleasure den. Not the arrogant heir who propositioned me while still inside another woman. This was the Alpha who had leaped through a window to defend his people. Who had fought on the front lines. Who had led his pack to victory against a coordinated attack. And standing there, watching him move through the crowd with blood on his skin and triumph in his eyes, I felt something shift inside me.

We’re underprepared, underarmed, and underdamned. "What now?" I cry, flinching as his next wind blast demolishes a metal barrel. Judith hisses into her comms, eyes sharp and furious. “Lumier lives up to his reputation. Kane—plan B. Do it.” “What?! No!” I gasp. “If we use it, everyone will know. Every wolf, every pack will see—” She cuts me off, steel in her tone. “We have no choice.” “Hey,” a growl interrupts us.

Others had lost kin to her rebellion but all of them bore the same expression now: restraint stretched thin by rage. I stood at the edge of the chamber, half in shadow while Liam stood nearer the front. He hadn’t slept. I could see it in the way his shoulders held tension like a wound refusing to close, in the shadows beneath his eyes, in the way his jaw stayed clenched as if loosening it might let something irreparable fall out. He wore black— not ceremonial nor royal. Just.. black. Mourning made practical. A hush fell as the High Justicar rose.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

While Liam gloats loudly about their future wealth and Talia dreams of multiplying her private retirement fund, Jackson watches my departing figure with deeply hidden, murderous malice. "Excuse my boots for a single moment," Jackson says politely to the ladies before heading straight out toward the back area. Once his body is completely alone, Jackson quickly pulls out his communication device and makes a fast call. "Alpha Elder Gerard Blackfang, that rogue guy just left the restaurant gates alone. Your warriors wanted to deal with his body—now is the absolute perfect chance while his skin is alone, completely without any of the Hale Bloodclaw Pack protection!" Gerard Blackfang's deep, raspy

Although he's not the boss, his very position makes him a force to reckon with. Chidi "Alright that's enough. I won't sit here and listen to you talk trash about my pet . Black Ace is the best and ultimate weapon for this organization and so far she hasn't disappointed not even for once. Her mental state might be a bit unstable but she has managed to produce excellent results.

He held the car door open just as it was about to close, still holding his phone, which was in an ongoing call. The voice of his secretary, Kaylee Jones, came through the receiver. "Mr. Creed, you heard me right. Dr. Gallagher has already been transferred to a new hospital. "Also, his legal team has officially withdrawn the expired patent. We're no longer eligible to participate in the bidding!" Kaylee's words came like a bolt from the blue. Stuart's face instantly turned ashen as he shoved the phone in my face. "Veronica, explain to me what the hell is this?"

He didn't want that to happen as he started shouting " she....she is the singer Sera the 'canary'" the man told Daniel while he was stuttering. He caught everyone's attention. After looking closely everyone recognised her and they started gasping and talking but Daniel interrupted their nonsense. He didn't have time to listen to music so he wasn't up to date about the new singers.

I shouted, my voice trembling, my hands shaking as I stared at him with wide eyes. Liam turned to me, his eyes dark. I swallowed hard and took a step back. No, I wasn’t scared that he would hit me, but this Liam… this Liam was someone else. A man I didn’t recognize—cold, violent, and ruthless. This was Liam Blackwell, the CEO. “Jason?” Liam called, his voice tense but his eyes not straying from mine even for a second. “Yes, sir?” Jason responded immediately. “Make sure he goes to jail for what he did. Right now!”

“Wait, Regan. I have to talk to you.” Her eyes are red-rimmed from crying, but there’s a determination in them I’ve never seen before. Marshall, coming up fast behind her, is practically crackling with fury. I glance from Marshall back to Jenna. “What is it?” Jackson stops at my side as we abandon our game in the face of whatever has Jenna so upset and Marshall so furious. Jenna raises her head and stares me straight in the eye. “I’m leaving the Blackshaw pack. I’m requesting sanctuary with the Dawley-Stone pack. Permanent sanctuary.”