Marvel Legends Blackheart Novels & Stories

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.

“Plus I don’t think I can handle her mood swings.” I sent Evan a grateful smile and he just winked back. At that moment I swore to myself to find a girl for Evan who would make me happy and love him wholly. He deserved it. And as if the universe was playing a joke on me, Athena walked in through the open door. “You bitch.” “Do you know any other greeting?” I scoffed out. “Black Widow?” I looked at Evan’s surprised face and wide open shocked eyes. “Captain America?” Athena’s face was equally surprised. For the first time, she looked at a loss of words.

I suppressed a smile. "Alpha, this creature in the camp that Alpha Bertulf mentioned appeared corrupted and mind controlled. Blackbeard said he has a contraption around his neck and his eyes are pure black " Ashen continued. "How many?" I asked. "Just one … but they have a flying balloon. Blackbeard was able to hear heartbeats even though they used magic to block his vision. We suspect they may have more tricks up their sleeves," Anton said. I nodded. I doubted the creature in question was one of my kind. Unless there was something sinister at play and the gods had done some shit to get at me again. Or perhaps made another creature that backfired. I was really going to treat this fucking w

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.

Elena has been keeping her nose in books all the time, if anyone knows what it means is her. "Nope, not a clue." I said as the took the glass jar that had a glowing heart, the heart was beating. Then it hit me. I had seen a jar like that before and it also had a heart, the heart wasn't beating or glowing, it was black like burned coal. "Legend has it that every wolf pack gets their magic from somewhere, they said as long as the heart beats, the pack will always have magic. It is said that it never stops beating beauting because everytime a member of the pack dies,

Fifty feet above the apocalyptic standoff unfolding in the subterranean medical bay, the freezing mountain wind violently whipped through the shredded canopy of the Blackwood forest. Marcus, the lethal Head Warrior of the pack, was pacing like a caged, starving predator directly in front of the massive, yawning maw of the open blast doors. The heavy treads of his combat boots aggressively churned the freezing mud into a thick paste. His massive chest heaved, his knuckles completely white around the hilt of his heavy, serrated blade. Every single Lycan instinct in his blood was violently screaming at him to abandon his post and plunge into the pitch-black trenches to fight beside his Alpha Ki