Marvel Black Cat Hot Chest Novels & Stories

A low growl escaped Trenton's throat, which made Alastor laugh. A female Omega placed a plate before the Alpha, and then another before me. The raw, bloodied heart of poor Alpha Dexter Black lay dead on our plates. "Delicious," Alastor licked his lips, dropping his head onto his plate, and tearing into the uncooked heart. He looked over at me. "Eat," he ordered.

Because the moment I step out of the cab, dragging my suitcase behind me, I see him. Damien Blackthorn is walking down the wide staircase from the main deck like a predator descending on prey. Black button-down shirt open at the collar, revealing a tantalizing V of tanned, muscular chest. White linen pants that hug his powerful thighs and the very obvious bulge at the front. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing those thick, veiny forearms that I’ve fantasized about wrapping around my throat while he fucks me senseless. He stops at the bottom of the ramp.

To calm his rage, Beast finds it better to leave this place, otherwise, he won't take long to crush the heart of the man under his feet. On the gesture of the Beast, they all started taking out his heart while the man was on the verge of losing his last breaths. Beast strided out of the place. He was feeling an extreme urge to find some peace. Deciding something with himself, he walked out of the building. “Hoor and Nofil, you guys take this heart and go to the hospital as soon as possible. Someone there needs this heart urgently.” Nofil and Hoor went to the hospital, changing their disguise.

“Shit-“ “Stop cursing. You’re making your situation worse.” Xieaniel stepped harder, and Mr. Dufn shouted even more. Ashriel looked at Kate, and she nodded. Kate took the box she was hiding and took the metal bucket. She then opened the box and took a huge black rat by the tail. Mr. Dufin knew exactly what those are for, making his eyes grew wider.

A twisted combination of wolf and darkness, its body shimmering with black energy, it was unlike anything I had ever seen. "What is that?" With a quivering voice, Chelsea inquired. "An abomination," Dominick remarked in a chilly tone. "By means of black magic." Unexpectedly, the beast attacked, its claws tearing through the air. Dominick shoved me away and snarled fiercely in response to the assault. "Remain back, Lisa!" He yelled while using his claws to cut the beast. "No chance," I whispered as I moved to his side, holding my blade firmly. Dominick's POV

So Carlo was right… Slamming down the thought of Carlo and his insults, I focus on the kitten. “Okay, let’s get a look at you, sweetie. Oh good, the burn isn’t as bad as it could be. You are so lucky. Ah, oops, you’re a girl.” I run my hands gently over the kitten, watching her for any reaction of pain to my touch. A sigh of relief leaves me when she doesn’t meow in pain. Studying her, she’s pure black, not a spot of color on her.

Catherine's POV: My head jolted up and in my eyes, I saw my mate. I fought back the tears that threatened to escape from the corners of my eyes, somehow feeling relieved that he had showed up in the right time. “Mate, he has hurt master too much, he needs to be punished!” She spoke again with our voices combined in the most bizarre way. I flinched as the monster growled with a snapping and gnashing of teeth dedicated to none other but Easton who was still on the struggle of pushing my huge paws away from his throat. His face was slowly turning red due to the pressure I have placed on the space in between his head and lungs. Veins popping out his head were made visible with the increasing pow

I pat his back, “Please get her safely. She must be exhausted after all that her heart suffered today.” I sigh and stare at her sadly. I head outside and find the Black Tiger smoking his cigarette peacefully, his back against the car door. I frown and approach him, he looks so good in his luxurious suit but the cancer stick he’s smoking ruins the classy image. I stand in front of him and pull the cigarette from his fingers, “This thing will do you no good.” Tiger sends me a death glare, “Who gave you the right?” he asks.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

The museum lobby, a stage not long ago a tapestry of extravagance and power struggles, had now become an arena where modern technology clashed violently with primal rage. Preston Vance, the monster utterly consumed by the "Corrupted Bloodline," let out a deafening roar. His massive body, composed of black carapace and twisted flesh, slammed into Catherine like a runaway battering ram. The Italian marble floor beneath his feet cracked inch by inch; the pure power, derived from the Council's dark alchemy, was enough to level a wall.