Marvel Black Hawk Novels & Stories

“But he does have something to do with this, Blackwood. When I finally get control of all these packs, he will be one of my subordinates, and I can’t have rebellious subordinates.” Seeing that appealing to Daniel wasn’t working, Maverick turned to Makila, who herself was unable to conceal the emotions coursing through her veins. As his supernatural hearing had returned back to him, he heard her heartbeat rushing hard and fast—strange for someone who like to act like she was completely unfazed and at the mercy of no one.

“Hold on, Nina. Help is here.” Maria looked up sharply, her ears straining against the whir of blades slicing through the air. She stepped outside the abandoned house, shielding her eyes from the downdraft as a military-grade Black Hawk helicopter hovered above. The powerful floodlights illuminated the clearing, casting stark shadows on the forest floor. A figure leaned out from the open hatch, surveying the area before jumping down with effortless grace. He landed silently, his movements precise and deliberate. Straightening to his full height, the man raised his head, his piercing eyes locking onto Maria.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

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.

"Almost," He hissed, pulling the car over with a screeching noise near the other black cars, there were three of them with their doors opened and no soul around. His men had called him a couple of minutes ago saying they were attacked by the witch and those men with her while following them. They were able to kill a few before Hunter lost contact. Hunter dashed towards the scent of his men only to find the dead body of someone dressed in black. It didn't take him much time to realize this must be one of the men with her.

Marvel returned with Sharon to their abode and on getting to the palace they noticed everywhere had been cleared and the soldier's body had all been burnt. "Listen up soldiers of the Blackwood pack. Today marks the day I became an orphan. I know I don't have what it takes to lord over you all. But I have to brace up and become the next Alpha king, and my Princess here seizes to be no more a princess as from today. She is now the Luna of the Blackwood. And you must not defile her words. Her authority is just like mine." Alpha Marvel spoke with a howl into the air as his Luna Sharon joined too.

"You'll never..." I yank his head back by his hair grayer than in his press photos forcing him to watch the monitors. The feed switches to a private hangar at Teterboro, where a familiar figure boards a Gulfstream G650. “Arthur Blackstone.” And beside him, half-dragged by two mercenaries: “Damien.” Alive. Barely. His left eye swollen shut, but his posture still defiant. Marcus grins, blood trickling from where he bit his tongue. "Daddy's home, I’m very….disappointed in you both."

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

But Ethan, Kelvin, Drake, and I stayed in our human forms. We stood still, watching carefully. Then something changed. The wolves in the middle of the Thunder Pack slowly moved apart, creating space between them. From that open space, a man stepped forward. Jackson Black. He was tall and strongly built. His long black coat moved in the cold wind as he walked. He didn’t rush. He walked slowly and calmly, like he wasn’t afraid of anything. His eyes stayed locked on us. The wolves stepped farther aside to let him pass, forming a clear path.

It was a fighter, a warrior. The leader of the rogues snarled, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "I am Darius Blackmaw. I am the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack." The black wolf did not react. He only shifted, a quiet, silent specter who attacked without warning. He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. He tore through the rogues with brutal efficiency that made my blood curdle. They were no match for him. They were sacrificial lambs to the killing.