Kara Black Lightning Novels & Stories

Lightning cracked from the ceiling, bursting in waves of red and white light. Khaenat’s essence — a storm of black smoke and screaming whispers — erupted from her chest. The blast sent Kael and Fenrak flying. Violet shielded her face as a ring of light burst outward, blinding everyone. The black smoke writhed midair, forming the silhouette of something vast and skeletal before scattering into tendrils of shadow. For one suspended moment, everything went silent. Rhea collapsed — her body limp, blood streaking down her neck. Fenrak, dazed and broken, crawled to her and caught her before she hit the ground.

But doubt crept in—the night's victories felt fragile, like glass underfoot. Minutes later, the door opened to admit the stranger: a sleek gray wolf shifting to human form mid-stride, revealing a woman in her thirties, athletic build, clad in rain-slicked leathers. Her hair was raven-black, eyes a piercing green that scanned the room like a predator assessing threats. Chains bound her wrists—precautionary—held by two enforcers. She bowed her head slightly, respect tinged with wariness. "Alpha Blackwood. I'm Kira, emissary from the Shadowclaw Pack. We heard the battle—felt the shift in power. Hanlon was our enemy too; he owed us debts, spilled our blood in secret deals."

“Kitten, where were you this night?” Ilyria could not think of a convincing enough lie so she settled for the truth. “I met the Lightning Bird,” she said, “His name is Astrapi.” She found herself grinning as she recalled the flight, Astrapi’s arms, the tent of his wings. But when she emerged from the memory, Thassa and Madame Skia both were staring at her in horror. “You cannot have doings with a Lightning Bird, Kitten,” she said, “Do you know what terrible deeds he must have done to have been condemned so.”

He held his hands up in surrender. Silas glared Blaze. “We will be getting back to this when we get home.” Silas warned, which only made Blaze join Griz in laughter. “Anyway…Alpha and Luna BlackPaw, allow me to introduce my brother and Alpha, Blaze and Luna Storm SilverMoon, Beta female and my mate, Karla Hawk, Delta and personal guards to Luna Storm, Gordon and Marcy Moxley and Delta female, Doltyn’s mate and Marco’s twin sister, Megan SilverMoon.”

It made me feel protected. “It's hot outside, don't you feel it? The whole black theme makes you look fierce and it's perfect but in a weather like this, I could almost die in black,” Kara said. I shrugged, not wanting to let anyone learn about my scars. “It's comfortable, the material is soft and light.” She nodded at me, “If you say so.” My eyes flickered to the bow in her hand.“So you're an archer. You're multi-talented. The way you were I was like damn who is this girl. Turns out it's my long friend.”

It was too late to shift now and her life hung at her mouth ready to be spat out at the next second. The wolf that chased her had jet black fur and looked like a killer. She could sense from his aura that he was a werewolf , one who lived for the hunt and kill. Linny tripped over and fell

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Lucian and Zara didn't walk out of the shattered master study; they stalked out like two apocalyptic gods of pure vengeance. Zara had completely discarded the sheer black silk robe. She was now encased in sleek, pitch black tactical Kevlar, her dark hair pulled back into a severe, unforgiving braid. The breathtaking, untouchable bride was entirely gone, violently replaced by the absolute, lethal Sovereign of the Valerius empire.

Something unspoken. He cleared his throat and began the ancient rite, his voice low and steady: “I, Alpha Knox Black, Lycan Prince of Wales of the Lycan Kingdom, welcome you, Lydia Michael, into the Blue Moon Pack. You are forever bound—with pain, with blood, and with life—to this pack until you are ready to sever the ties.” Each word pulsed through her like electricity. When they separated, he wiped their hands with a soft cloth. Her throat tightened. Her skin burned. Was this real?

Her length-shoulders black hair fluttered when strong winds blew in all directions. Lightning struck the ground next to Venus with a deafening boom. Venus bends; trying in vain to cover her head with her arms. Automatically Venus reaches for Lightning and protects her body with electric sparks. BLAR! “Aaargghh!”