The Blackfish Asoiaf Novels & Stories

I picture myself seated among them, my cosmetics and hair done, ready to dazzle the prince. My gaze returns to Kohl. I can see more details up close. I like how he looks at the gals and has a slight grimace on his face, like he's not happy with his choice. ... the black shirt he's wearing, which is covered with onyx pauldrons and a grey vest. I also see that he has a tiny silver chain around his neck, with a pendant that eerily resembles the fangs of another wolf.

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

Ryker went silent and with time not being on their side, Remus said, “What say, Ryker? Would you rather allow him to die?” “Fine.” Cassian breathed a sigh of relief and let his body slump to the floor. Ryker went to him and he crouched to look at the black line that was slowly spreading around his neck. “Before you try anything funny, remember I am faster than you are,” Cassian warned him. “Just stay still,” Ryker said and let his hand transform to a wolf with long nails. Cassian’s lips pulled when he saw the transformation and the next thing he felt was Ryker digging into his skin where the poison was spreading.

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.

•*•*•*•* Alfonso and the others are fighting against Socrates when he knelt down and coughs blood alongside with the black feathers. The black feathers are glowing and becoming violet. It is also getting bigger in a minute and it's also starting to disappear. "Black feathers?" Arnold asked. Socrates' eyes begin to vomit blood and Alexis arrived to their place. "Brother!" Alexis called Alfonso and she saw Socrates kneeling on the ground with a lot of blood. When she saw the black feathers she smiled. She's happy to see the effect of her feathers. When the black feathers totally disappear, small particles coming from it went towards Alexis.

Ao Shi said coldly. "This black rain is indeed interesting." Samuel forced a smile and said stubbornly. "This black rain is formed by the blood essence of my Everlasting Sea's deep-sea mad dragon for 10,000 years. It is inevitable that it will be strong. Samuel, oh no, maybe I should call you the evil dragon. Surrender." Ao Shi said with a disdainful smile. "It's boring to surrender." Samuel smiled bitterly and said, "I still want to watch a good show."

Good thing she was fast. And those black spikes, it was all part of her other warrior outlook. It was a black diamond armour, and a spirit she was beginning to get accustomed to, one only the blood Queen may have seen her wear. Beneath the blood sea, they had a name for this. And it was called… “The black knight,” Vivian said after looking at the spike. “That’s what attacked.” She looked up at Susan, but Susan displayed no emotions. Dena nodded. “We’re all doomed, then.”

Emmy has spent her life believing she understands where she belongs: beneath the protection of King Xander, the wolf king who raised her as his own, and within a kingdom that has always been her home. But on the eve of her twentieth birthday, everything she knows begins to unravel. When a mysterious amethyst amulet awakens a power buried deep within her, Emmy discovers that her fate is tied to something far older—and far more dangerous—than the kingdom she loves. The ancient dragon king, Ignisvath, has returned from the shadows, and his connection to Emmy is not one that can be explained away as coincidence. As whispers of war spread through the kingdoms and the Dragon King’s presence grow

Freya Ashwolf My right shoulder blade feels like it is on fire, the shattered bone sending jagged white-hot spikes through my spine every time I breathe. I stare at the stone floor of the Moonfang Healing Sanctuary, my dark skin pale under the dim torchlight, swallowing down the bitter taste of my own blood. Before Sebastian Blackmoor had walked into my private recovery chamber, he had cornered the Blood Physician in the corridor. A cracked bone structure. A compromised right shoulder. Those words were a death sentence for an omega violinist in the Ashwolf Moon Dominion.

He knelt beside the dead man, wiped the blood off his blade, and then turned his gaze back to me. “I apologize for that,” he said, his voice smooth but dangerous, like silk wrapped around steel. “No true man should ever raise his hand to a woman. Especially not one carrying life.” I stared at him, my breath coming in uneven gasps. “Who…who are you?” He smiled faintly. It wasn’t warm, it was the kind of smile predators wear when they’ve already caught their prey. “My name,” he said, his voice slow, deliberate, “is Aemond. Aemond Blackfyre.” Goddess, help me.