Marvel King In Black Novels & Stories

he called and a dark smoke emerge from the black coffin hidden under the bed because of Lana with a dark aura like the King himself, You called master the black smoke replied Take care of my wife he ordered and left for the throne room, Gavin had mind link him earlier that something came up,on reaching the throne room he met Gavin already waiting for him with a little boy of about ten years of age,he sat on his throne his fangs visible he sense danger and smelled blood but he couldn't tell where

He said brimming with confidence but inside he was very doubtful. This was not just a pack this was the alpha king’s pack. The alpha king was the leader of all alphas around the globe. He technically had control of this entire world. He had to take control of all that. ‘It’s a bit overwhelming...’ he gulped silently. Raven, who was to the side, moved a bit close. “are you sure it’s going to worm out? if this plan of yours fails you will be brutally murdered along with us,” “I’m sure it will work,” he whispered back.

He was really expecting me to be easily manipulated and intimidated into conceding to such an abomination, wasn’t he? “You are my mate and I am your Luna,” he looked like he wanted to say something, but I cut in, clearly letting him know I wasn’t finished yet. “Your ONLY Luna. It’s always been one Luna to one Alpha, and that’s how it’s going to be Lucian.”

That was all he had left. Materialistic as it may seem, but that was his only anchor now. He couldn’t let the bastard in front of him tarnish and ruin what his parents had worked so hard to achieve. King’s lifeless eyes flickered. He chuckled. “Ask me anything, Kane. But not that. I will never give it back to you.” Overwhelmed by rage, Kane pounced on him. But King didn’t even try to dodge the punches. He laughed softly, those lifeless eyes staring back at Kane.

Black water covered the floor. The tide heart rested in its cradle at the far end of the hall. The clear sphere had darkened. A figure stood inside it. Tall. Motionless. A broken crown hovered above his head. The first king. Raiken stopped. “I watched him dissolve.” Grandmother gripped the doorway. “He did.” The figure opened his eyes. They were black. Not grey. Not human. The first king stepped through the surface of the heart. Water slid from his robes. His face looked younger than before. Whole. No cracks marked his skin. The broken crown above him had become smooth black metal.

The Woman Who Challenged the King The room fell into an almost uncomfortable silence as the mysterious woman and the King of the Obsidian Dominion stood facing one another, neither willing to surrender even an inch of ground. Sunlight poured through the towering windows behind Aurelian Draven Blackthorn, wrapping his tall frame in streaks of pale gold that only made him appear even more intimidating. His loose black tunic and fitted trousers were far less ceremonial than the armor he usually wore, yet nothing about him looked casual.

Amara stared at Dominic in shock. Yes, this side of him shouldn’t be a surprise, she expected it, he's called THE BLACK KING for a reason. But somehow, seeing it this close made her stomach turn. Still, she composed herself. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t break. She stood her ground.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

Because a new king now stood before them. “King Lucien Noctyrr Valecrest… we welcome you.” One of the strongest Alpha warriors, Cillian Blackthorn, stepped forward with his wife Lilian Blackthorn. Cillian Blackthorn was a powerful Alpha, the commander of the kingdom’s greatest army. His instincts told him that the young man before him was the king he must serve. After Cillian bowed, all Alpha Packs followed. All acknowledging the will of the Moon Goddess. The new Lycan king had arrived.

Vallea sat tied to the chair her hair hung over her face. The water was thrown over her She slowly opened her eyes they cut hair. "Good afternoon Vallea it’s nice to see you are finally with us." "Who are you?" "I’m Nicolo Russo. The maffia king." Oh great a fucking ameture. "You are not the Mafia king, my brother Matteo Robustelli is." "I am and you should remember that.’ "Why am I here?" "You are here as bate, my princess."