Black Adam Novels & Stories

He is known for being meticulous and canning. His special power is speed. His pack manages the Asian and Middle Easter parts of the world. He also owns the most famous advanced tech company. Alpha Luca. D. Akpan of the Silver Armor. He has black hair curly, dark skin and strong green eyes, he's from Africa so he has a tall built structure as well.

“Have you had issues with a new species, the vamolves?” “Fuck them! They killed two men yesterday!” Kennedy was instantly pissed. “Yeah, we are working on a plan to kill their creator.” Jet said. “Who is that?” “His name is Adron. He is the God of the Underworld.” Jet said slowly. “You can’t kill a god!” Kennedy looked unphased by this. “And who is going to help you there?” “I can’t kill him, but Ivory can.” That would mean, she is aaaa….” Kennedy looked at me like I just grew three heads.

She said in a falsely sweet voice. The general of the Adom army was part Adom and part Sagol. He had dark hair and red eyes, sun-kissed skin bulging with muscles just like Adom people were famous for, the only thing differentiating him from his kind being the black horn that peeked out of the left side of his forehead.

The ringing sound of the doorbell follows. “Coming!” I get up and head to the door to find out who it is and what the person wants. I can't think of anyone who will be at the door this late at night. “How can I help you?” I question, scanning the unfamiliar figure I meet behind the door. His All-black clothing makes me instantly suspicious of him. “Are you Valery Hale?” The stranger asks back with his hands behind his back. How does he know my name? “Yes. How can I help you?” I ask again, still trying to decode his intentions.

He was made of pounds and pounds of muscles which threatened to burst through the fabric at any given time. His shaven hair was adorned with a full black beard and a face that was a reminiscent of Kratos, god of war. He was a complete replica as if he'd jumped straight out of a video game. Vladimir grunted at me. He said nothing more. "That's Kwame," Nikolai waved to the man next to Vladimir. "He's second strongest of the big three." Kwame was brown skinned and sported a stylish side fade low cut, with the top of his hair dyed a striking white.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

Alex calls, "Hey! Man, help me out a bit here, will you?" Adam smirks over at his brother. "You're not Adam." I mumble, sinking back further into the tree, if that was even possible. "Oh heaven's no! I haven't been Adam for quite a while." Adam exclaims, his eyes glowing a brighter grey, "My name is Abror. Some may call me the Grand Duke of Hades, but you may call me King."

He deserved better than this, a meaningless death left as a twisted warning. “We need to get him back,” I finally said, voice heavy with restrained emotion. “And I want everyone on high alert. Whoever this ‘T’ is, they clearly have power, dark power, and they’ve declared war.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “We’ll find them. Whoever did this will pay.” “Yes, they will,” I agreed coldly, looking once more at the ominous message hovering above Caleb’s lifeless form. I did my best to try and shut my humanity off. I was not going to show them any weakness, not right now.

Phoenix The air in the black market was thick with the scent of desperation and greed, a mingling of sweat, smoke, and the sharp tang of illicit transactions. Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, ex-military captain and now the formidable head of La Nera Bratva, navigated the labyrinthine alleys with the ease of a man who had long ago made his peace with the shadows.

I whispered to hear Zayn Does this mean that Zayn hasn't branded an Ardena yet, so she doesn't have an OK mark? " Love is: to feel that you are responsible for another soul that stays inside your heart before your body ". Darkle snored when he heard the words of his son's wolf did not care and did not shake a single hair of him! Shame on you that she is your mother and then I brought her to joust with your girlfriend to see who is stronger Ardina raised her eyebrows sarcastically. He says this because he knows she's only human without her wolf. She can't even turn into a wolf. Yes, she has a great skill in martial arts, but she doesn't know if she will work with a wolf?