Marvel King In Black Novels & Stories

EASTON “Kill the Alpha King?” Laycon's voice tore through the tense silence in a disbelieving shout and I wasn't too far behind, but Black's smirk only grew as he continued. “Are you insane!? Do you know how heavily protected the Alpha King is? He is untouchable, over so many Alpha's and here you are sounding like we could just waltz into his chambers and slay him like some common slave!” Laycon was fuming, but Black was unfortunately not on the same page this time. If anything, he looked amused.

“Did you follow me?” He scratched his head. “Yes, you’re not safe with him after what happened before.” “Stan, I mean, Constantine told me he and Ethan were half-brothers. Is that true?” “Yes, and Lord Constantine hates our Alpha King so much.” I opened the door. “Why?” Then I pointed at the couch in the living room. “Let’s sit and talk inside.”

"Then by the power vested in me, by the will of our people, and the strength of our ancestors, I name you Malakai Savage, Alpha King of Blackclaw and all the lands that fall under its domain. May your reign be just, and may you lead us into a future of peace and prosperity." The crown was placed upon Malakai’s head, a symbol of the immense power and duty he now carried. As he rose to his feet, the crowd’s jubilant cheers soared through the air, a symphony of voices celebrating the rise of their new King. Yet, amidst the thunderous exultation, Malakai’s gaze sought Amani—his greatest triumph, the one who made it all worth fighting for.

“Waiting… for what? To tear me apart? To kill me? Or… or to make me his?” Bella tilted her head, her expression grave. “All three. And none. That’s how the King operates. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And yet…” Her voice softened, almost wistful. “…he protects. And that is something you have to understand.”

Faiz muttered, a mocking edge to his tone, as his eyes took in his frame, before it refocused on the deepest shade of brown eyes he had ever had the opportunity to behold. Blood pumped in Iver’s vein, as he cracked his knuckles. Oddly he had seen it coming. Faiz resolve, to not only test him, but to also break him, using his disdain for his clan, as a weapon. Iver smirked, then he threw the bait, which the king wanted so badly. “We should both find out, shouldn’t we?”. Iver might have backed down, if it was someone else, but it was the Alpha king himself, and a little game wouldn’t hurt any of them.

The special guest for today's meeting was none other than the king of the mafia, The Black Panther himself. Nobody has ever seen his face or been aware of who he really is. All they knew was that he possessed eyes that could see a person's soul. As he could control whomever he desired, it was said that he was an elderly man with magical abilities even in this era. Some claim he is not even a human being because he can read anyone's mind in an instant. Nobody can deceive him, in fact, nobody who attempts to deceive him has ever seen the light of day again. Killing felt like swiping away the dust from his finger.

The crowd splits like water, revealing a man cloaked in black, striding up to the doors of the great hall. His warriors fan out behind him like shadows cast by war itself. I’ve seen him before, but his size still throws me for a loop. Every move he makes drips with casual threat. His face is unreadable, save for the eyes. Golden, gleaming, like twin suns staring into your soul. King Arlo. His midnight black hair is tousled. His leather breeches molded to him like a second skin. He looks like danger made flesh. Soren steps forward, posture stiff. “Alpha King. Welcome to our pack.”

It wasn't uncommon for the residents of the Silver River Pack mansion to see bloodied bodies but tonight was different. The air in the pack mansion stood still as Alpha Mafia King, Denzel Blackthorn, was dragged through the doors of the Mansion with his shirt drenched in blood. He had been shot. “The bullets were laced with wolfsbane and silver!” One of the guards revealed as he dragged Denzel into the mansion. As Kiara saw as he was brought in, the mighty Alpha King, aided to walk, her heart broke a little.

He still held me calmly, his eyes fixed on the raging man in front of us. Just when Martina’s father made to attack him, a cold voice came from behind us. “That’s enough.” We all turned at once, watching as the king strolled in, his hand behind him, while his guards followed. Rumors has it that Martina’s father and the king were best of friends, and it was clear that the king would take his side. The king stopped right in front of us, his eyes moving from Vaelor to me. Then he said calmly. “Alpha Blackthorn, let’s talk privately.”

My breath caught. Not real, but an illusion. The Black Wolf’s body dissolved into black smoke before reforming several feet away, completely untouched. Kael cursed under his breath. “Of course he can do that.” The King’s expression darkened dangerously. “Enough games.” The air shifted instantly. Power burst from the King in crushing waves, ancient silver energy flooding the chamber so heavily even my wolf stiffened in response. For the first time, the Black Wolf stopped smiling. Interesting. “You still carry power after all these years,” he murmured.