Marvel Comics Blackheart Novels & Stories

A man stood at the center of the hologram. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black. His presence radiated power even through a screen. Cold. Ancient. Predatory. Seraphine’s chest tightened just slightly. Enough to notice. “Who is he?” she asked. Halvorsen’s voice dropped. “Lucien Blackthorn.” The name echoed through the room like a warning. “Alpha of the Nightfall Pack,” he continued. “Immortal. Unkillable. Over three hundred years old.”

Jax whispered, breathless. Leo didn’t answer. His mind was already racing through the building’s layout, searching for an exit that wouldn’t get them both killed. Then, just as they reached the far wall, the emergency lights flickered back to life for a split second. And Leo froze. Through the narrow space between the towers, he caught sight of her—the woman in black—standing perfectly still at the other end of the room, her pistol leveled. Her lips curved into the faintest, coldest smile.

My legs told me to run, but I stayed rooted, caught between fear and fascination. The bike slowed, then stopped just a few feet away. The rider pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark hair. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, jeans torn at the knee. A scar slashed across his jawline, making him look even harder, sharper. “Road’s no place for a girl alone this late,” he said, voice rough like gravel. My pulse jumped. “I’m fine,” I blurted, though the crack in my voice betrayed me. He studied me, eyes sharp and unflinching. “Name’s Blake. You lost?”

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

"A mixture of Thorne resilience and Blackwood pride. But it’s unstable. Without the 'Genesis' marrow to act as a stabilizer, the human heart eventually... pops." He turned his gaze toward a woman at the far end of the table—the CEO of a major tech conglomerate. She stood up and pulled back her sleeve, revealing a series of blue, glowing veins that were "vibrating" beneath her skin. She looked at Silas with a look of pure, unadulterated hunger.

I wish I could run away from there, go far away from everything and start afresh. If he rejected me right there, especially when he’s an Alpha. I will become so weak that I won't feel like a human and might die from the pain. He stepped closer, towering over me like he was going to strangle me like he did before. "I, Alpha Marek Blackwood, reject you, Alima Simpson, as my mate."

“Maverick.. You will get everything back.. It is already settled! I spoke to some people in charge and you will get everything back..” “When sir? When? That is the thing! I have some businesses I need to take care of, but I need this to be settled first, please.” He shut his eyes wide open as he spoke to the godfather and I envied him.. I could never speak to these men like this, and that is why I hated Maverick.. His guts. “How about I tell you that your hotel is already open? Huh? That has been settled, and by tomorrow or so, you will have everything else back.. We are sorry we didn't pay attention to you sooner, Maverick.. You of all people shouldn't be neglected.. We..”

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.”

Ravenna collapsed onto her bed, exhausted from the night's events. She reached into her clutch and pulled out the two business cards she'd acquired. "Soren Blackthorn, Alpha of the Blackclaw pack," she read aloud, then turned to the other. "Rylan Moonstone, Alpha of the Shadowmoon pack." She sighed heavily, tossing the cards onto her bedside table before forcing herself up to get ready for bed. As she changed into her pajamas, her mind raced with thoughts of revenge and the complicated web she was weaving.

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