Marvel Legends Blackheart Novels & Stories

Even so, none of it mattered. She had made it this far again. She hadn’t entered the Tournament because she wanted applause. She didn’t care whether strangers admired her or remembered her name. There was only one thing she had wanted her entire life. Her father’s acknowledgment. Alpha George Blackthorn ruled the Bloodmoon Vanguard Pack with absolute authority. He believed strength was everything, while mercy and kindness were signs of weakness. In his eyes, his greatest disappointment had begun the day his wife gave birth to a daughter instead of another son.

"That’s not your daughter. That’s the Alpha’s shadow. It’s a scout." The silver girl didn't look at Logan. She looked at me. She reached out a hand, her fingers turning into long, sharp needles of gold. "Give me the Black Heart, Mother. The Great Alpha needs his memory back." The Black Heart. I reached into my pocket. The drive was vibrating so hard it was burning my leg. I pulled it out, the dark light inside it pulsing like a dying star. "I’m not giving you anything!" I yelled. I didn't run away. I ran at her. I didn't have a gun or an axe, but I had the blue energy in my blood. I punched the silver girl right in the chest, my fist glowing with sapphire light.

I replied coldly as my eyes began to glow silver. Marcus's eyes narrowed as he took in my glowing silver eyes, his gaze shifting between my brother and me. Recognition dawned on his face as he noticed the matching pendants around our necks. "So, the rumours are true," he said, his voice carrying across the clearing. "The Blackthorne heirs reunited at last. How... inconvenient." "For you, perhaps," I replied, feeling Diamond's power surging through me. "For us, it's destiny." Marcus sneered, raising the dark crystal staff. "Destiny? Is that what you call it? Your brother was meant for greatness, meant to lead our new world order. And you've corrupted him with your goddess nonsense."

I began He patted my shoulder firmly. "I've known you since you were a boy… you have a heart of a lion and the grace of an eagle. You were born to be a warrior, a fighter for your people. Do not let empathy and kindness blind you. People don't deserve your love, they don't want it, so keep it to yourself." He raised my face up to look into his eyes. "We'll get her back, no matter what it takes. We will. We won't let those evil people get her. She's coming back to us. You and I will have her back in our midst. I swear on it."

He never returned. He was murdered, I said. By Marcus Blackwood. The man who served your king. Her hollow eyes flickered. Marcus, she said. I know that name. I know his shadow. He came to this place, years ago. He took the Heartstone. He took my power. He left me waiting. She drifted closer, and the cold intensified. The bond screamed, and I felt Cassian move behind me, felt Theron's claws extend, felt Lysander's hand on my back.

It holds their power, memory, and spirit. When an Alpha dies, the Heartstone vanishes and reappears in the chest of their successor, either by the will of the Heartstone itself or seized through conquest. Yet if the chosen is unworthy, the Heartstone may resist them, or worse, destroy them. Among these many packs was one known as Sable Howl, steeped in legends of the moon and black wolves. It was in this pack that a girl was born to a common werewolf named Malrik.

*** 02 | T H E B E G I N N I N G OF A N E W L I F E *** The clink of sharp weapons interlocking can be heard from the backyard of the residence of Sir Damien Blackheart. The noble-class vampire in the kingdom of Trinity Kingdom. And the older brother of Michelle Joanne Gibbons. Michelle, the girl who was fast asleep a while ago, has now woken up, slowly changing her position from lying down to sitting, rubbing her eyes while trying to regain her sleeping consciousness.

I said. Kael stepped forward first. He pricked his fingertip with a silver dagger and let a drop of blood fall onto the moonstone. The moonstone turned black. As black as Kael's heart. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Kael's smirk vanished. His face turned white with shock. "No," he whispered. "That's not possible." "Black blood means black heart," I said, my voice ringing with the Goddess's authority. "It means cruelty, hatred, and betrayal. It means a ruler who will lead the pack to destruction. Kael Blackthorn, you are not worthy to be Alpha."

The crisp scent of damp earth and pine needles filled his senses, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the storm in his mind. Liam Black — Alpha of the Black Panther Pack — moved with predatory grace, his golden eyes sharp as a blade in the dim twilight. His sleek black coat, faintly visible through the open flaps of his cloak, shone faintly under the dying red light of the setting sun. His muscles coiled and uncoiled with each step as his internal battle raged on. Every instinct told him to turn around. To go back. To keep his distance from her. Elizabeth.