Superhero Black Canary Novels & Stories

He had no idea when Frank moved, but his knife was already gone. That was not all, as his hand was cut off at the wrist too! "Argh!!!" the black-clad man screamed as he stumbled backward. "W-Who are you?!" Frank laughed coolly. "You came to my house without knowing who I am?" The black-clad man blanched. "F-Frank Lawrence?! Impossible!" His intel suggested that Frank was at best an advanced vigor wielder, but the man had just unleashed pure vigor! That meant he was now Birthright, a rank of martial artists who could refine their vigor into pure vigor, shaping it into solid forms.

Aspen could not help leaning closer to see what Andrew was doing. To her surprise, his breathing was steady—he was already asleep. She stared at him, both amused and annoyed as she thought, 'I'm lying right next to him, and he still manages to fall asleep? Am I not attractive enough? Or does this guy just not find me worth the effort?' That split second of realization triggered an unexpected wave of disappointment and frustration in her. … Meanwhile, outside Serenity Villa, a black figure moved silently across the ruined outer wall, climbing with inhuman ease. It was Black Wolf—Elon's secret weapon, a top-tier assassin with a reputation to match.

"The black card? Ethan, why don't you take it out right now? Let's see if the last four digits are 6666." Before he could respond, one of the classmates confirmed it. He had caught a glimpse of it when Ethan swiped it earlier and remembered because the numbers were so distinctive. Ethan pressed his lips together and shot back defensively, "So what? You just happened to see the last four digits." I sighed at his ignorance. "Don't you know black cards can be linked to mobile phones? Is the digital card on my phone fake?" As I spoke, I pulled out my phone and showed everyone the screen with the digital card option clearly displayed.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

I'm not surprised. Killian Black isn't like every other wealthy bachelor in the city. I might dislike the man for no reason in particular, except he's a genuine asshole and a dick bag, but he's fine to the eyes. Killian Black is hot, sexy. He's that type of man you just can't get enough of by just staring at him. He's good looking, too attractive and that just seems to annoy me. He's an arrogant son of a bitch. I first encountered him the day he threatened to fire Keiran for nearly spilling a bottle of Scotch on him, and then he fired Kelly, Keiran's twin older brother, because he did a poor job of serving him his drink. I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before.

said Black. "Who said I'm letting this go? I'm just waiting for the right moment and then we'll pay her a good visit. Stop worrying Black, I'll get her" he explained, he added sarcasm to his last words. "Worried…doesn't suit me, I just don't like delays when you gave me the responsibility to protect her" he walked to the reelings and jumped off the next moment, a gasp was heard afterwards. Avyanna ran to the reelings and looked down to see if the man was still alive because the height was no joke to jump casually like that. But it only widened her eyes further to see him walking to the yard with no harm to his body. She couldn't believe it. Was her life going to be filled with so many shocki

She would have Callisto at her side, and Azrael too. But of the fallen, I had given up a while ago. "No!" I thought, "Asmodeus NEEDS to be on my side." ⋅ ♱ ⋅ The black sun made the sky of hell darker and darker, it was a true work of art, and not even the 7 chapters devoted to its description was enough to define how truly stunning it was. The crimson sky, the dark and cold sun, the gray clouds, and in the background, well hidden among the black mountains, there were small glows.

Then I turn to Jonah and Isaiah, “Let’s get started with the cameras and then have the warriors start preparing the machinery and equipment needed to start work tomorrow.” “On it.” Jonah said as he got up to exit the room. Isaiah on the other hand is looking at the women in front of him. “It’s like watching an espionage movie. How the hell did you all learn how to do stuff like this?” “Life of a hitman, Beta.” Canary said and then she and Sin left. I look at Isaiah and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, yeah…I’m leaving.” He said as he huffed.

And then he came. A figure emerged from the smoke like a creature out of one of those old nightmare stories whispered by kitchen fires, only that this one was real. The closer he stepped, the more my chest locked. The flames behind him made him look almost inhuman, his silhouette outlined in fire and shadow, framed by warriors moving in practiced formation. Kane Blackwood. Of course, I didn’t know his name yet, but I knew his power. You didn’t need a title to recognize a storm.

"Ms. Blair, Mr. Kane of the Blackwood pack is here to see you." I looked up sharply. The Blackwood pack was the most powerful werewolf pack in the entire western region. Its leader, Kane Anderson, was a legendary top-tier Alpha, and rumor had it he could suppress werewolves from three packs simultaneously. His strength far surpassed Ethan's. Why would he come here? I forced myself to stand up and straightened my gown, saying, "Let him in." When Kane walked in, the entire cabin seemed to become enveloped in his presence. He wore a black leather jacket. Beneath his light-gray short hair was a pair of deep brown eyes as sharp as an eagle's. A faint smile played on his lips, yet it carried its o