Mha Black Novels & Stories

"I remember very few things after, my powers emerging, my eyes vision turning black, and my aura killing almost everyone around, some fled, others hid, and then they got their back up to protect myself I raised a shield of force, a barrier" I ran towards my baby, holding her lifeless body to me, the mutilated from the wolfspine, the rest of them kept going and my aura was getting weaker, but I had to know, why now, Holding my baby i held that omega with my magic and got her to me, dragging her to my feet and placing her head under my foot, " How could you do this to us, Sarah?" yes, her name was sarah, she was one of the omeags who watched Maliia first steps, words, they fed her, stayed up n

She was utterly hopeless now, she couldn’t escape him or that would mean death… Was this how it felt to be blackmailed? Just then, another message popped up on the phone screen; the address… ‘Harvin hotel 27 Harvin Street. It’s a popular hotel, I’m sure you know it…be on time, angel, tell the receptionist your name, they’ll take you to me.’

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

And then, a very low noise filled the air. Amanda barely noticed it at first, just a little hum from the monitors. But then it crackled. The sound sharpened, like tiny electric sparks were crawling through the wires. The screens flickered, the images twisting into disconnected lines before turning black and white. Her stomach tightened. “What the hell…?” Before she could react, the door flew open, slamming against the wall. Heavy boots stormed in. Shadows rushed through the room. Six men, dressed in all black, faces hidden behind ski masks. Each mask was marked with bold white letters of MZ.

“Everything that was supposed to be mine!” A maid rushed in, startled. “Sir, please, calm down…” “Get out!” I roared, pointing toward the door. “All of you, OUT!” They hesitated for half a second before scurrying away, the sound of their footsteps fading fast. I was left alone with the wreckage of my own fury… shattered glass, spilled liquor, and a silence so loud it made my head pound. Hannah Black. The name tasted bitter, like rust and regret. Every time I saw her face on the television, every time her name appeared in some glowing headline, Heiress Hannah Black: Miracle Kidnap Survivor and New 50% Owner of Black Enterprises, something inside me snapped a little more.

Her expression was almost comical compared to the lustful one she had earlier. The stranger stirred awake at this moment. He became aware almost immediately, and his gaze fixed on her back. Few seconds passed before he sat up, then grabbed his phone on the stand. She flinched when she felt these movements and looked beside her, only for her to freeze. A pair of violet eyes collided with her own, deep like an abyss. It's amazing how quick an Extreme Alpha's eyes can switched between these two colors when they're in rut. Sharp brows framed his orbs in perfection, and his complexion — paler than hers — made him look almost unreal. Long silver hair was slightly ruffled from sleep, but rather tha

“No noise, no struggle. Cameras caught a shadow after that, looked like...” A wolf,” Lechandray finished, sitting back. “Black. Bigger than any wolf I’ve seen.” That part didn’t make sense. Mira’s wolf wasn’t black. She was brown with pale markings. Or at least she had been. I turned to Haden. “Wth, is Mira a Honshu? Why is her wolf black?” He stopped pacing, his expression unreadable for a long moment. Then he sighed. “She’s not a Honshu.”

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

There had been no need for compulsion or commands to make her forget what he had done. Miah scrutinised his face. He appeared nothing like the elderly man she had initially perceived him to be. His skin now radiated health, and he exuded youth and strength. There was an aura of power surrounding him, standing tall and straight, every inch the formidable warrior. His features were chiselled, his eyes gleaming black, and his long, flowing black hair was tied back with a leather thong at the nape of his neck.

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?