Mha Black Whip Novels & Stories

A new slave has entered the manor; I wasn’t sure what to expect but a part of me was a bit jealous of the new dark-furred beauty that came into our lives. She was young like me, and she was thin. Her breasts were large and hardly fit in the rags she was given. Her hair was pitch black and fell in silky waves down her back like melted dark chocolate. Her eyes were a dark emerald green equipped with such long and gorgeous eyelashes.

Alpha Connor Finley BlackPaw of the BlackPaw pack is starting to have an increasing problem with rogues. They’ve been testing the security fencing around the pack trying to find their vulnerable spots. BlackPaw increased their patrols and brought all pack members closer to the center of town where they had an underground shelter for emergencies. He needed help so he called a neighboring ally, the Shadow Mountain pack that was located about an hour away. Alpha Kelvin Shadow dispatched two squads of his elite shadow warriors to assist the BlackPaw pack.

This must be the injury I did to him with the silver bullet, leaving him permanently unable to use the limb I shot him in. But what grabs my attention isn’t Malcolm’s useless arm - it’s what he’s holding in his other arm. It looks like a long whip made of braided cord, with some kind of shimmering purple material woven through it. He cracks it in the air and a huge whiff of that floral scent hits me again. It must be coming from the weapon he’s using.

Someone powerful. Through the chaos, I caught a glimpse of a massive wolf at the back of the Nightshade formation. Bigger even than me. Silver fur with black markings. Marcus Blackthorn himself had joined the battle.

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

One of the vampires shrieked, and Black ran towards them with angry eyes and slashed at him, wanting to separate his head from his body if it wasn't for his treachery from behind. Aaron turned with him to support him, as the Alpha could not fight them alone. That is impossible! Zayn backed away and howled so loudly that the vampire retreated backwards with great fear. This howling is a call to the rest of his flock!!! One of them turned with wide eyes when he saw a large horde of wolves running in the distance headed by his Jack betta wolf and his father Stephen Black immediately transformed and wore what one of his wolves threw his teeth at him carelessly and hurriedly while his wolves foug

Without another word, Elizabeth turns and then she walks out the door, every single one of the maids following behind her, and the door is shut behind them. Sage breathes heavily, his chest heaving, the ceremonial robe clinging to his sweat-damp skin. His body is betraying him. He needs to get out of her, now! He will not stay here and be used like a thing; he is not an object, and he is not just an omega. He is Sage Blackwood of Ashbourne pack, and he doesn't go down without a fight And as long as he breathes, he will escape this hell.

crested the edge of the sky-swamp. It was a standard grunt—eight feet tall, hyper-muscular, with sickly grey skin and glowing purple eyes. It hauled itself over the bark, its jaw slavering as it caught the scent of her fresh blood. It let out a guttural roar, signaling the others, and charged into the knee-deep muck of the suspended bog. Mwajuma didn't run. She stood up, rolling her newly set shoulder, the geometric amber tattoos on her dark skin flaring to life with a steady, pulsing rhythm.

The sob was just in my throat, sure to explode in no time. The king took the spiky whip, it thick sure to tear Stern’s back apart. The spikes were of silver. I could heal from that but Stern could not. He could not heal from those spikes. It would be agony, the worst pain, the worst punishment ever for a werewolf. “A hundred whips for you and anyone else who thinks of doing these crimes will have to think again.” I could not help myself, my feet moving on their own. My hands were quickly gripping the king’s arm as he was raising the whip.

"Of course not, it would never be your fault they took your sister, but... do you remember anything beyond what they told you?" She looked confused, then looked down. "I remember a mark... a... black mark on the fist of one of them." I looked at Asmodeus. That wasn’t information that was in the novel, it was something new. Something from that place - something that Elaine didn’t know. "What brand? What was it like? Can you draw?" It was too many questions, but I couldn’t help it. They were necessary if we really wanted to catch those bastards. 'They were tall, black hair, red eyes and crimson robes,' reminded me clearly of the description given by the victim when Elaine helped her.