Marvel Legends Blackheart Novels & Stories

Her last memory was the sight of the men in black, their faces obscured by the darkness, as they forcefully extracted Sara from the car. Book 2 "Alive" - Coming Soon

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

“It means that the world you left behind will never have a place for you again. Being the mate of an Alpha is not a romance, Helena. It’s a war. And now that you know who you are, your enemies won’t just be ill-intentioned men, but legends that want your blood to rule the night.” Helena looked into his eyes, no longer with the confusion of a victim, but with the determination of someone beginning to embrace her own nature. The revelations were shocking, the ground was set for emotional and physical devastation, but for the first time in her life, she felt she belonged somewhere. The mark on her soul finally had a name, and the man before her was the only shield and the only destiny she would

“Nightmares: a level of power long forgotten because of the rarity of people with this level of power. But that was what the Black Dragon was. And like other Mystic Path Users at the Nightmare level, he had his own title: the Black Warrior. Because Mystic Path Users were fundamentally different from New Types, they didn’t earn titles based on ordinary animal forms because their power was beyond that. They could summon flames and ice and could manipulate the elements based on their affinities. And the Black Warrior was no different. Legend says that he had the ability to manipulate darkness, and his power was called the Darkness Set. The Darkness Set was a set of armor that Black Warrior coul

The ice refroze so hard I felt my skin cracking. “You’re a walking blood bag, Blackwood.” I hissed, standing up and leveling my rifle. “Don’t confuse a death-wish with a legacy.” I looked toward the treeline. The Council Elite were no longer hiding. A silver-masked figure stepped into the flare light. Necrotic rifle. The barrel hummed with a sickly purple charge. “The White Wolf has an anchor.” The voice boomed, distorted by a respirator. “But anchors smash. Give us the heart, Queen. Or we paint these stones with your son’s future.”

A man stood at the center of the hologram. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black. His presence radiated power even through a screen. Cold. Ancient. Predatory. Seraphine’s chest tightened just slightly. Enough to notice. “Who is he?” she asked. Halvorsen’s voice dropped. “Lucien Blackthorn.” The name echoed through the room like a warning. “Alpha of the Nightfall Pack,” he continued. “Immortal. Unkillable. Over three hundred years old.”

For a heartbeat, even the mercenaries hesitated. "This pass belongs to no Alpha," I said, my voice low and feral. "Not Kaelus. Not Blood Moon. Not you." Something shifted then—not just in my wolves, but in theirs. I saw it in the eyes of the Blackmane warriors. Hesitation, calculation, doubt. Ethan felt it too. His grin faltered, his stance shifted. "Retreat," he snarled to his soldiers. "What?" one of them barked. "We almost—"

My daughter Aria was hospitalized due to nut allergy, but my Alpha mate’s Omega mistress Vivian gave Aria nut chocolate as a gift. I suppressed my anger and refused, but Marcus frowned and scolded me:"Serena, Vivian meant well. She didn't know about the allergy." My mate Marcus Blackthorne is the Alpha of Blackwater Pack. Border conflicts had erupted suddenly, forcing him to patrol our territory for several days. He returned just in time for our daughter's discharge from hospital, driving over to pick us up.

“How could they do this? Maverick, we can’t leave his body here!” I nodded, bending and shutting Blackthorn’s eyes. “He’s a werewolf. We can’t let human doctors experiment on his corpse for the sake of autopsy.” I carried his body and proceeded to the door. Before I left, I turned to Daemon. “Take any important equipment we have. I’ve gotten sufficient information needed, so we need to leave now.” He nodded while Natalie used a white cloth and wrapped Blackthorn’s heart inside. We entered the black SUV and zoomed off and left the human world, Solhaven, passing through the boundaries into our own, Lunaria.

I can hear his heartbeat hammering. In this moment, I was in the arms of Pollux Melucci, the Alpha of the Moonstone pack. I hated him in the beginning, but as time went by, he showed himself by winning my heart. I fell into his love. He meant what he preached. “I’ve finally tamed you, sweet pea. I cannot be like Castor, who gave you the clarity that his woman needed. I Pollux Melucci, Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, promise with all my might to give my heart and love to Luna Godiva Fletcher. Pull out your pinky! We have to make a different deal than the last one.”