Morgen Black Novels & Stories

Ariel explained. "Let me ask you this then. Do you think he's cute?" Ariel froze in place with mashed potatoes on her spoon. She stayed quiet and thought about Ernest. His eyes reminded her of golden spec peridots, they were alway shining so brightly when the sun hit them. His eyes remind her of stars, not big ones, but the underappreciated ones. Ernest had black hair which Ariel found more appealing than blonde. He would push his hair back when it got in his face and considering that he's already clumsy and he needs to pay attention as much as possible.

Finally, with the expression of someone making an enormous sacrifice, Amber picked up her fork. She slowly ate the last bite. Neo carefully inspected the plate. Only when he was satisfied did he push the cup of ice cream back toward her. "Good girl." Amber's face instantly brightened. Her eyes sparkled as if she had just been handed a treasure. "Thank you, Neo!" The adults at the table struggled to suppress their laughter. Meryl leaned closer to her husband. "Neo is more like Park's son than Ethan's." She shook her head. "He's so serious."

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

Maybe, it's poison on the drink. Before Morgan could think any further, he fell and his surroundings became pitch black. He could still hear Anderson's booming laughter.

He was completely black from head to toe, with the gold tint of a nose ring and the too-bright whites of his eyes being the only thing of light in his body, coupled with the gold bands around his large wrists and ankles. “Welcome! Welcome welcome Gobar of the Dark Moon!” I bellowed, rising from my throne and throwing my hands in the air to rile the stunned courtesans and attendees standing in the aisles like fangirls lusting after the beast. The Dark descendant gave no reaction to my greetings, his shoulders flexing as he strode forward, his minotaur-like figure, the fangs I had seen so clearly that night, curved and jagged and blindingly white, too many teeth for any normal wolf to possess

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

The heavy rear door opened, and a towering, broad-shouldered figure stepped out, bypassing the umbrella-wielding valets entirely. He wore a flawless, custom-tailored charcoal three-piece suit that clung to an immense, lethal frame. His dark hair was lightly dusted with rain, and as he stepped into the dim glow of the alley's light, his eyes caught the reflection. Molten silver. My breath hitched in my throat. Every muscle in my body locked up in terror. Ronan Blackthorne. He was a ghost story told to misbehaving pups, the undisputed king of Nocturne City’s underworld, and a man whose vast empire kept the entire Alpha Council under his thumb. But worse than his reputation was his bloodline co

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Ravenna collapsed onto her bed, exhausted from the night's events. She reached into her clutch and pulled out the two business cards she'd acquired. "Soren Blackthorn, Alpha of the Blackclaw pack," she read aloud, then turned to the other. "Rylan Moonstone, Alpha of the Shadowmoon pack." She sighed heavily, tossing the cards onto her bedside table before forcing herself up to get ready for bed. As she changed into her pajamas, her mind raced with thoughts of revenge and the complicated web she was weaving.

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.