Marvel Black Hawk Novels & Stories

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

Rashel whispered, “Got you.” *** “Launch the Black Widow,” she said. Milla blinked. “That’s a prototype…” “Well, it’s time to field test.” The Black Widow was Scepter’s stealth recon unit, cloaked in synthetic skin, invisible to infrared rays, and capable of recording audio from miles away. Rashel had supervised its last build herself. She gave it wings and was about to set it into the sky. The footage it returned was chilling. Viola was speaking to the Aegiron man in coded phrases, but one sentence was crystal clear:

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

*SKILLS: JACK-OF-ALL-TRADES; EXPERT ON IMPROVISED BOMBS *ACCOMPLICE: ANYONE *ULTIMATE OBJECTIVE: ARREST WITH EVIDENCE I read as Hawkeye checked his laptop. We are now inside a van doing last minute discussions on what to do. While he, Black Dragon was just sitting inside his car, a few feet away from us. He’s checking his car’s built-in computer as Hawkeye sent the information to him. I smirked. Expert on improvised bombs. Who’s another expert on that? It’s none other than me. The Topgun will take the “Big Boss” down. I chuckled. Hawkeye looked at me. “Something wrong hyung? I mean, Topgun?” he asked.

In the later part of his business, Chadwick collaborated with Lily to form Black Hawk. "No, Mom. The Black Hawk is a subsidiary of Uncle Chadwick's company. He concentrates on regular bodyguard services, while the Black Hawk has more highly trained men that the military can commission for government missions. Still, Black Hawk accepts bodyguard jobs, but to high-profile clients," Lily explained. "He doesn't need to relocate since Black Hawk has its own management team." "Will that make you busy?" Amara asked. "How will that work with your pregnancy?"

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?

She replied to the person on the phone, "Is this a Black Hawk Mission? I don't remember being notified." Lily was talking to one of her underlings, Gunner, a National Guard like her, but of lower rank. "Ah, No, Sergeant. It's an MVM mission, but they sought our help because of its complexity. Since we have a partnership agreement with MVM, here we are," Gunner revealed. MVM was a local security agency in Koplin, but they had partnered with The Black Hawk in order to provide top-level security to high-end clients. In return, Black Hawk is obliged to offer their employees to MVM.

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."