Marvel Legends Blackheart Novels & Stories

It is a legendary Black Diamond Dominion Card! A Black Diamond Card! A sacred token issued only to the elite rulers of the First Wolf King Lineage, carrying an automatic limit of ten million trade-tokens with no upper ceiling! How could a rejected moonborn like Gorgo ever hold such a legendary artifact in her fingers? The moment the server’s eyes land on the black diamond emblem, his entire demeanor shatters. He drops into an immediate, trembling bow, his face splitting into a dazzling smile. "My wolf will personally arrange the most luxurious grand suite for your presence, future Luna!"

Two reasons to be brave. The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal. I inhaled shakily. Then I walked toward the gate. Behind me, somewhere across the city, Ethan Blackwood was still searching. Still calling. Still trying to understand why the woman he loved had vanished overnight. But he was already too late. As I stepped onto the plane, I made myself one final promise. Ethan Blackwood would never find me. And he would never know about the twins. Not until fate decided otherwise.

“You and Evelyne Blackthorne were pack-sisters. You swore a blood-oath that our bloodlines would merge. It’s a sacred debt.” “A debt?” My mother’s voice was weak, cracked with grief. “You threw us to the scavengers, Darius! You left me pregnant and alone in the Expanse! And now you want Lyra to pay your debts?” “Kaelen Blackthorne is the heir to the Blackthorne Pack! It is a position of power!” “He’s a broken wolf!” my mother hissed, a tray crashing to the floor. “The silver-poisoning from the rogue attack left him paralyzed. He can’t even shift! You want to tether my daughter to a man who is a ghost in his own skin?”

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

Ravenna collapsed onto her bed, exhausted from the night's events. She reached into her clutch and pulled out the two business cards she'd acquired. "Soren Blackthorn, Alpha of the Blackclaw pack," she read aloud, then turned to the other. "Rylan Moonstone, Alpha of the Shadowmoon pack." She sighed heavily, tossing the cards onto her bedside table before forcing herself up to get ready for bed. As she changed into her pajamas, her mind raced with thoughts of revenge and the complicated web she was weaving.

“The Northern Council knows you are alive. They know your power has awakened. They are sending their entire army here. And they are bringing the one weapon that can kill a Lycan Queen. Not poison. Something worse. Something that can unmake your very soul.” She reached into her cloak and held up a small, ancient stone. It was black and jagged, glowing with a sickly light that seemed to drain the warmth from the air around it. “This is the Heart of the Wolf,” she said. Her golden eyes reflected its glow. “An artifact of the First Betrayer. And it is already on its way.”

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.