Marvel Legends Blackheart Novels & Stories

I tried not to limit you guys but you gave me no choice ⚠warning⚠ 25 shares unlock next episode, no 25 shares no new episode and don't message me and request for new one when this post has not reached 25shares . At least any day I doesn't get what I want I will rest then because writing is very stressful even with a better phone not to talk of when you have a bad one Your thought on this episode The Day has already been dark since Queen left them Well it is not a shock to anyone of them because she normally returns by seven o'clock

Wrath said. “ Shut up little witch.... ” Belphegor said with his golden eyes glittery. “ I said I'm not a witch.... ” “ Silence her ” Wrath said and Mammon quickly silenced her as he didn't want Wrath to harm the girl yet. “ How can you tell....” Leviathan asked. “ Her eyes.... Her eyes are all black and larger...Witches also have glittering skin ” Belphegor said. “ How come you noticed all this in a few minutes ” Mammon asked.

My legs told me to run, but I stayed rooted, caught between fear and fascination. The bike slowed, then stopped just a few feet away. The rider pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark hair. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, jeans torn at the knee. A scar slashed across his jawline, making him look even harder, sharper. “Road’s no place for a girl alone this late,” he said, voice rough like gravel. My pulse jumped. “I’m fine,” I blurted, though the crack in my voice betrayed me. He studied me, eyes sharp and unflinching. “Name’s Blake. You lost?”

Exceptional reflexes, and he understood one crucial thing: he wasn't the lead—he was the shadow behind it. The second, Malik, relied on force. Central African descent, broad shoulders, slower, but with brutal precision in his balance. The perfect counterpoint to Lennox's dynamism—not faster, but stable enough to disrupt his rhythm. He didn't talk much. But his movements were exact. Like a living punching bag fused with a tactical mirror.

My gaze hesitantly rose to meet his, for some reason feeling my heartbeat decreasing, my entire being slowly falling into a peaceful trance as his arm snuck around my waist, pulling me even closer against him while his other hand rose to move my hair away, baring my shoulder to him. I let out a small whimper, my hands tightly clutching against the lapels of his leather jacket as he leaned closer and closer, feeling the delicate touch of his hot breath as his nose skimmed against the side of my neck. "Wah..." I almost moaned, a wave of liquid heat suddenly pooling in my lower abdomen as he straightened back up to look at me, only to notice that his eyes were now black again. "I don't hate you

, I said. He froze in shock at my words, his eyes filling with worry and pain for his mate. “That is not their only crime”, I told him. Though I was reluctant to share the next part, I needed him to completely understand why Blackmoon pack would always be considered our enemy. “As though that was not enough crime”, I said. “They still launched little attacks on my pack members a few times”, I said before delivering the biggest news. “Asides that, Tyler Carson, the present Alpha of Blackmoon pack was my mate’s original mate”, I said.

People aren't that scared of me but the beasts in me, my bloody vampire blood thirst, all he wanna do is kill, suck blood and bent all his frustration cause we didn't have a mate. Dokata the most fierce wolf ever known in the history of werewolves, well that was exactly what Drake my best friend told me, he happened to be a wizard and know a bit too much like Damon had said. He doesn't like him for that. Damon, Dokota and Don are the three beasts inside of me, but no matter what beware of Damon; the demon who originated from hell. *Yes Mate!* Don said in agreement to what Dokata had said.

Dressed in official Blackrock attire, the man stood with his hands behind his back, staring blankly at the sky, pretending not to see the Dark Blood warrior’s red eyes or his foul play. There were still Rhoderick’s moles among the top officials, and this one held far greater authority than the corrupt official from the day before. Blood Axe steadied himself. He lowered his head and licked the black blood oozing from his palm. The pain on his face faded, replaced by a hideous, fanatical grin. He grabbed his heavy cloak with both hands and tore it apart forcefully. The fabric ripped to shreds, exposing his muscular chest covered in old scars. A black rune over his heart pulsed wildly, as if it