Tmnt Black Novels & Stories

Leaving me in the hallway sulking from her rejection once again. At the stadium, most of the pack members were in the stands to witness this historic event. Trevor was fighting the Zeta Matt of Black Moon; this was a fight of submission or death. This battle meant a lot to Black Moon, these pack members needed assurance that they would be left in great hands. The bell rang and the fight commenced.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Blue Resonance The heavy canvas walls of the rebel war tent billowed inward as a freezing gust of mountain wind swept across the encampment. No one spoke for a long, heavy moment. The crude timber map table between us seemed to shrink under the weight of my words, the charcoal-drawn lines of the mountain fortress suddenly looking less like abstract strategy and more like a blueprint for a war I was about to lead. Marcus, the scarred veteran shifter, leaned forward, resting his massive forearms on the rough wood. His amber eyes bored into mine, searching for any flicker of doubt or fear. Finding none, a slow, deeply respectful nod finally broke the tension.

Green bared his teeth and unzipped the mask on the mouth area. “Since forever!” He barked back. “What? Am I not credible enough?” Teal showed her fighting stance. “Do you want to fight me, huh?” White is easily triggered. She rose from her seat and scoffed. “Don’t go crying to my beloved Shadow once I whoop your flat ass.” “Huh! People with no boobs shouldn't open their mouths.” “I swear to god!” Black had already massaged her head. “Ha ha ha ha.” Shadow snorted a laugh.

THBM EP 165 ~DOMINIC~ The tyres of my black van screeched to a halt in front of a gigantic white paint house. The same house where I almost lost Alicia yesterday, the same house where the blonde fucker had her take his ugly shaft, the same house where his blood was going to spill today.

All I knew was I was running, and I was doing it as fast as possible…well, until I bumped into something as hard as a wall. “Easy…” The voice came in, and a hand surged forward, grabbing my arms and holding me still from falling. My breath hitched slightly, and I cast a glance, but in that brief moment of confirmation, all the air in my lungs vanished, and I froze. I had been too broken to play the voice in my head, but thinking about it now, he sounded as hot as he looked. Zaydeen Black of the Blacktorn stood at a reckless 6’4”, towering above me with a fucking six-inch advantage. He was dressed in a cosmic night suit, yet it hugged his figure so well my inner self churned from the sight.

I’m not Pack. “Willie I—“ “No. It’s fine. Wonderful even. You are gong to be the best Alpha, Owen. I’m not Pack so it’s not my concern. Like you said, I’ll be leaving soon.” I was rambling. It was obvious. Owen shook his head. “No. I think you’re more Pack than you think. You said you didn’t remember us? Or Blackwater? Until you got the call from Art?” I shrugged. “Yeah.. What does that have to do with anything?”

written in the Jakalorn native language. Inside the Black Panther’s hovel is a living space the size of a master bedroom that one would find in a castle or fort. On one side are old and used bunk beds that have unmade sheets and lightly feathered pillows on the ground. In the middle of the room is a transference altar, the same one that Malakai had in his bedroom. Though this altar is made from dirty stone and the orbs in the middle that holds the rosmalt together also have specs of grim around the orb and all across the staff and centerpiece of the pedestal. There is one section dedicated to bathing. There are two tubes that are filled with clean water that ever so slightly overflows. The s

His hair matches his chocolate-brown eyes. He has a sharp jawline with little facial hair, and he’s super tall. I estimate he's like a foot taller than me, so around six-four. I wonder if he has tattoos hiding underneath that suit? I presume he does since his tongue is pierced. He's filling out his Armani black suit very nicely, in all the right places from his chest down to his legs. It may have been a while since I've been around one of those, but I wouldn’t be human if I overlooked the ‘package’ he’s sporting.

Hoping she wouldn't suffer any harm from the attack. One by one, of the warriors from the Crescent Moon closed the circle around them. They sneered and growled as they readied for combat. Unaware of who Selene was, unaware of who James was....unaware of the true background of who Blake is! The heir to the Primordial wolves. The strongest, ruthless, most aggressive wolves in all existence. Will they be able to handle him alone? Alpha Stewart chuckles, an evil glare in his face. Macy stands before him. Her hand held high, face perked up with pride. Under estimating the results that may come.

**Trigger Warning - This book contains theme's some people find disturbing. It is a dark story - it contains mention of rape and dub-con. If you don't like stories with dubious consent do not read - (It is called BLACKMAILED by the BULLY people... this is the title and THEME of the book) Much love and thanks for reading x** Alice stood on the corner on Monroe Avenue, staring at the house four doors down. Outwardly, there was nothing terrifying about the property—a three-bed red brick terrace similar to others in the row, and not dissimilar to her own.