Marvel Comics Blackheart Novels & Stories

I straightened and made my expression blank. “Why are you here again, rogue?” “I told you earlier. You're not listening. I wanted to see my savior again. I owe you my life, healer. You are a great asset to Black Heart. Did he know you can heal?” I did not answer. "You should keep it a secret. Black Heart will only exploit you." I did not have any plans to tell him that. I turned my back to him. "Go away. Thank you for the gift."

Casie sighed before closing her eyes. "This is the tale of my elder sister, Amora Roosevelt, the heir of the Alpha's position of Black Heart pack. We were not known as black hearts for no reason. Our actions were just like our name, black. So we had never guessed that the to-be alpha of the pack, the ruthless and untamable, would fall for a person of a different species," She took a deep breath.

“Never do that again Rory. You having issues with my brother doesn't mean I have to suffer. I mean, yeah he's my brother and my alpha but you're my best friend and I'll always have your back." I laughed through the tears. “I know. I'm sorry. It's just... it was a lot to take in. One day, I was a normal girl, the next, I'm actually a werewolf with a werewolf mate." Rebecca laughed too. “Yeah. That does sound crazy when you put it that way. So are you back now?" I nodded, a smile on my face. “I'm back. You were right about Greys being irresistible. Turns out, I couldn't resist you... and Jared."

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.

The faces of the frozen wolves passed by, their silent screams echoing through the very air, a chilling testament to the Heartstone's perversion. I felt their despair, their life force stolen, a sickening emptiness that threatened to seep into my own soul. But I pushed it back, focusing on Olivia, on the life force she represented. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached the Heartstone. It pulsed with a sickly green light, veins of black, corrupted energy pulsing beneath its crystalline surface, feeding the ice that held the wolves captive. It was a monstrous, beautiful thing, a power source twisted to malevolent ends.

Auckland’s winter rain fell in sheets, turning the suburban street into a black mirror. Martin Hale’s apartment building three stories of faded brick and rusted balconies looked even smaller under the downpour. Inside unit 3B, the man once called Marcus Blackwood sat zip-tied to a kitchen chair, blood trickling from a split lip. The Rossi enforcers hadn’t bothered with subtlety: duct tape over windows, silenced pistol on the table, a laptop open to a dark-web escrow screen showing a running countdown.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

For a heartbeat, even the mercenaries hesitated. "This pass belongs to no Alpha," I said, my voice low and feral. "Not Kaelus. Not Blood Moon. Not you." Something shifted then—not just in my wolves, but in theirs. I saw it in the eyes of the Blackmane warriors. Hesitation, calculation, doubt. Ethan felt it too. His grin faltered, his stance shifted. "Retreat," he snarled to his soldiers. "What?" one of them barked. "We almost—"

Justin said, standing before me with his hands stretched forth. "Wait, have you discovered your second power?" Everett asked, as I stood up on my feet with the help of Justin. "I don't know." I answered, shaking my head. That didn't feel like it came from me, it didn't feel like it was mine. "I think he is dead." I heard Xavier said, standing before Blackwood's throne. We all walked to where Xavier stood, and then I saw him, Blackwood. He had this big hole in his chest, that I could literally see the insides of his body trying to heal itself.