Superhero Black Canary Novels & Stories

The legacy of the Black Onyx pack was a dark one, and she would need all her strength and cunning to navigate the dangers ahead. Theo’s gaze softened slightly as he continued, “Charlotte, your position is unique. You’re not just the Luna of the Blue Orchid pack; you’re also the Alpha of a supernatural pack that carries the legacy of Truebloods. That makes you a target, but it also makes you incredibly powerful. You have the strength of two packs behind you, and I—” His voice faltered for a moment as his wolf stirred within him, acknowledging her power. “I am yours to command.”

The crisp scent of damp earth and pine needles filled his senses, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the storm in his mind. Liam Black — Alpha of the Black Panther Pack — moved with predatory grace, his golden eyes sharp as a blade in the dim twilight. His sleek black coat, faintly visible through the open flaps of his cloak, shone faintly under the dying red light of the setting sun. His muscles coiled and uncoiled with each step as his internal battle raged on. Every instinct told him to turn around. To go back. To keep his distance from her. Elizabeth.

I sighed and continued what I’m doing. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - YOSEF That Black dragon! How can he just tell those words coolly to me?! He’s pissing me off! And to think he’s just new here? Even though he’s the number one agent of Dark Knight, it doesn’t means that he can act superior at work. I’m still the one in charge when Renzo-hyung is not here. I’m losing my patience and I wonder how long it would take before it explodes. My phone suddenly beeped. Someone texted me.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

The Caesar turned to me and patted my shoulder, smiling. “We learnt from the men who went with you of your exceptional leadership and military tactics, we feel it's best for you to lead a small platoon. Your armor has already been forged, it's a black metallic armor, unlike our normal armor, it can withstand the attacks of the arrows and thrust of the spear, what name shall you give this platoon of us.” I thought about it for a bit, black armor, metallic capable of withstanding attacks like the dragon scales “Black Dragon Squad.” I blurted out.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

With his assistant doing such excellent work,even though they'd never met face-to-face,Noel rarely worried about security. The name Cain Black had been coined in a moment of crisis when his men started to revolt upon learning who they actually worked for. Before that, he'd simply called himself the "Nameless Boss," but that nickname had caused his men to lose faith in him. Once he revealed the name Cain Black, it gave them the sense they were dealing with a real person, even if that person never showed his face. It restored their respect. The technological prowess of Team Cain was legendary. They were responsible for protecting companies, families, and loved ones. It was also the perfect way

“You’re nothing.” The words hit Zane like a physical blow, but he didn’t fall. He refused to break. Cana, meanwhile, gasped for air, her vision spinning as Akam’s grip tightened even further. Her body trembled, her muscles screaming in protest. Desperation clawed at her, but she couldn’t break free. Not yet. Then, in the depths of her panic, something inside her snapped. Her eyes turned a deep, unsettling black, a pale, otherworldly hue that pulsed with raw power. Akam froze mid-strike, his expression shifting from smug confidence to confusion as he felt the air around them change.

“You should’ve stayed inside.” The tall guy laughed. Short. Mean. “Kill you? Nah. Black Moon wants the show. Wants you to see how pointless this all is. You really thought fire and some fancy blood tricks could end us? We’re the upgraded model. Curse-proof. Fire-proof. You’re just… snacks.” Killian sat up suddenly. The black lines on his arms pulsed once, bright, then settled. He looked at the tall guy. Then at the others behind him. “Killian, sit your ass down,” Dominic snapped.