Marvel Legends Blackheart Novels & Stories

But both of us could tell, there was no humour. “If you don't answer me right now, I'm breaking your hands. Don't you need those to play your sport? And trust me, I'm an alpha, I know how to do enough damage that they won't heal without a healer and I'm sure you know how long it's been since we've seen one of those." I saw a look I couldn't quite place flash across his eyes but I ignored it, more focused on the task at hand.

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

Two Black Wolf commanders stood by the entrance, hands resting on their sword hilts. Mother reached into her silver cloak and produced the Heart of the Wolf. She laid it on the scarred wood of the table. In the dim light, the stone didn’t look like a legendary artifact. It looked like a piece of black glass, dark and jagged. The candlelight bent away from it, as if the stone were drinking the light itself.

Malcolm holding his blade handle like life hold. Enrique let out a weak, mocking wheeze, but I silenced him with a glare that felt like ice. “As you said before, Malcolm. You doesn’t want it too, right?” "He is a hollow soul," I said, my voice dropping to a firm, commanding whisper. "But we are the Black Widow Pack. We don't do evilness here. We don't murder. We protect." Malcolm’s chest heaved as he stared at me, the golden fire in his eyes slowly fading into his familiar, warm brown.

CHAPTER TEN Thane stared at the unconscious figure on the bloodstained sheets and felt a pang of guilt hit him. He was done with her. He grimaced when his heart suddenly started to ache painfully. The guilt was so intense that it began to hurt. He frowned confusingly and raised a hand to rub that spot gingerly. He caressed the part of his chest that the heart is located, but nothing worked to soothe his pain. His wolf, who's already drained out due to how much he yelled at Thane during his violation of Kory, didn't say a word; much to the appreciation of Thane.

His eyes burned with something I couldn’t fully describe. Anger. Deep anger. He opened his mouth to speak... “I'm here.” The voice cut through everything. I froze. Slowly… I turned and there he was. Luca. Standing a few steps away. My heart skipped. He wore a black shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top, the fabric clinging lightly to his frame. A dark coat rested over his shoulders, and his presence alone filled the space. For a brief moment, our eyes met and suddenly everything felt too overwhelming.

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.

Black The Origin Chapter 3: Purpose Having direct eye contact with his father's familiar green determined eyes. Alkhun evaporating black smoke, slowly coming back from him. "Violence is not the only Resolve," Kepler said staring at his youngest son, who is currently at 10 years of age. Then he switched his gaze to his oldest don, Marlo. Marlo Berhalksawn, Daughter of Arzar. A 20 years old child, and the most deserving to the seat.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.