Marvel Legends Blackheart Novels & Stories

"Your mouth is right… my wolf does not deserve a single ounce of mercy. This is my exact fate, my terrible luck under the moon." "Master Blackwood, who the hell is Derek Hale?!" Gerard demands through tightly gritted teeth, his fury turning into absolute desperation. "Stop crying on the floor and explain it to my ears! He cannot possibly be that important to the territory!" Herman’s expression grows completely lifeless as a heavy sigh leaves his chest. "Since even Master Hale has acknowledged the ultimate truth, my mouth might as well tell your ignorant soul, you complete fool. His wolf is not just important—even the most powerful Supreme Alphas of the grand councils would drop their knees t

I whisper, bitter, exhausted, “you really don’t have a heart.” He sets the glass down with deliberate care, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. Like this is a reveal he’s practiced. “You want to see my heart?” He pulls the fabric aside. A brand. A brutal, scarred B, burned into his flesh right over his heart. Angry. Permanent. “It stands for Blackburn,” he says flatly. “Lucinda has one too.” My stomach twists. Whatever they endured, it was hell. Real hell.

The woman nodded, took two steps forward, and said, “This is a space inside the Dragon Heart, and you can only get here with the jade gold phoenix. Phil, I’ve been waiting for you. I know you have many questions for me, but time is running out. This image can only last for a while, so don't ask anything and just listen to me.” The woman continued, “The Black Dragon Heart is the devil stone that your father brought back from the other shore. The energy it contains exceeds the civilization standard of this world. Your father brought a total of three Dragon Hearts back then, two White Dragon Hearts and one Black Dragon Heart, which is the one you’re seeing now. Your father's white Dragon Heart

But they hit hard. He turned his face slightly, drawing in a slow breath, trying to ease the tightness building in his throat. If only he had known. He met her a month ago—at the bar where she worked. Quiet. Reserved. Always polite. They had exchanged small conversations here and there. She mentioned studying medicine… wanting to become a doctor, just like her parents wished. And somehow, without fully thinking it through, he had given her his black card. She had refused. Of course she had. But he left it anyway—on the counter, forcing the choice into her hands.

The suppression of my wolf wasn't just to keep me weak; it was to keep me hidden so Malakar could come for me when he was ready. "What is inside the Vault?" I asked, pushing off the wall. "What does he want?" Aris looked up, his eyes wide with fear. "The Crimson Heart." "The Heart?" Drax asked from the corner, speaking for the first time. "The amplifier stone? That was lost centuries ago." "It is there," Aris nodded rapidly. "If Malakar gets the Crimson Heart, he won't need an army. He will have the power to enslave every Alpha on the continent. He will be a god."

“Did you bring me what I want?” I placed the Heart of the Moon before him. "Let Richard go, and it's yours." Victor picked up the artifact, stroking it. “So this is the relic that strengthens a wolf's soul, that keeps the Silvermoon Pack unbeatable in the Council? With this, my Blackstone bloodline will no longer be second to yours. I can release him.” For a fleeting moment, I thought I had saved them. But he wasn't a man of his word. "However," he smirked, "I think a little more... payment is required."

They were marked absent from my list, and before the ceremony starts, I wanted to know why. We walked toward the gate, which was really high, with electric wiring on the fence to keep pests away. The "pests" were likely normal werewolves. The Blackheart Pack was held in high esteem because their elite were not only billionaires but were not troublemakers. They lived a life of freedom without responsibility, but never once hurt anyone. I brought out my phone, calling one of them. It rang and got switched off; there was no response on the other end. I tried three other numbers, and all of them were the same. Now I was scared that something was not adding up.

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.

The Grand Hart Lord's ambition eclipsed any worry he might have had for Alexander. "Without a doubt. By crafting and ingesting the Heartblood Pearl, you'll transcend immediately," affirmed Black Maple. "Excellent. Once I attain Empyrean status, I'll handle Alexander myself," Grand Hart Lord declared confidently, eagerly anticipating the unparalleled power it promised. "Thank you, brother. If possible, retrieve the four jade pendants from Alexander for me," Black Maple requested, exposing his true objective. However, it seemed suspicious that he was not attempting to achieve Empyrean status himself.