Black Adam Novels & Stories

Prince Arthur summoned Titanoboa and the T-Rex dinosaur to help them beat King Abaddon and his right hand, Elizer. When King Abaddon became enraged and agitated, he turned into his alpha form. His canine teeth became larger, his eyes turned red, and his body turned a golden yellow due to the powers he just absorbed. He slashed the Titanoboa and T-Rex dinosaur when it attacked him. And even when the situation was too dangerous, Prince Arthur decided to attack using his Tizona sword, cutting the remaining wing of King Abaddon. He immediately shifted back to his original form. He tried regenerating but his efforts were pretty damn useless.

Damien paced restlessly around his room angry and frustrated. He had a bad temper which was almost impossible to subdue whenever triggered because of his wolf nature, apparently and also because he was Alpha. The rage, lust and anger that came with it was sometimes uncontrollable. That rage was taking its toll now on Damien with the thought of his parents’ murders constantly. He kept walking around from left to right and back around his room critically thinking of how to capture the Rogues’ Alpha.

How have you been? "You know the usual "bLevi responded, Adam chuckled, Adam was Chocolate in skin color, Honey coloured eyes, s talland a bit muscular. "Okay, so I Rew have a bad news abs I don't know how you will take it" Adam said, Levi brows arched "Hn, let me know what the issuesus first I hope is something we can be able to fix" "I amafored not, it has crashed, everything has crashed" Adams said as he looked at Levi with pity in his Eyes..

"His name is Bashir, the Supreme Battle Warrior from a special outland organization. Bashir is known to be the strongest among hundreds of organizations in the outlands. On top of that, he's said to be immortal.” Adrian instantly frowned. An immortal? Immortality arts was said to be a power that had existed since ancient times, but he had never met an actual immortal before. Ever since finding the black metal below St. Elmer’s Church, he had suspected that immortals existed. He never expected to have his suspicions confirmed today. "Are you sure?"

It was a voice from her dreams, a voice that spoke of love and desire. "Ah, Luna, my dear," the voice whispered, sending shivers down her spine. "You've come seeking answers, seeking power. But at what cost?" Luna steadied herself, her voice unwavering. "Who are you? Show yourself!" In response, the shadows coalesced into a figure clad in black, its eyes glowing with an icy blue hue. It was Adamar, the ancient werewolf who had been banished for his wicked ways. Amelia gasped, her grip on Elias tightening. Adamar's reputation as a master manipulator and deceiver was infamous within their pack. "Luna, we have to be careful. He can't be trusted."

ONE WEEK LATER “...the world is still in shock about the news. They don't know how to process it, I tell you!” She could hear the voice of the TV host even under the shower. She lifted her head to the water with her eyes closed as she let the soap wash down her body. “... like a lot of people are still wondering if it's a joke. I still go to bed every night digesting the news that the man behind the Creed is none other than Leroy Adams, son of Alpha Derrick Adams Blackcrown Pack!”

I've come to terms with this being a dream of some sorts, so I'm just going to enjoy it. I watch as the wolves turn into humans and gasp, their all over the top gorgeous in human form too. I snicker inwardly, only my mind would I think that a wolf could become a human and be extordinarily gorgeous. I look at Braddock and demand he shift, yup I'm over confident in my new crazy state of mind. He complies and he's even more gorgeous as a wolf, he's huge, his fur is soft and midnight black, his peircing blue eyes have a gold circle around them and it's stunning. He bows his head to me so I can feel his fur, I feel a twinge of pain in my stomach, no please not yet, I don't want to leave my d

I imagine his strength when he's in perfect health. At the same time, my heart cries. A great warrior died today. Damn, Jackson and his coward rogues. The Head Warrior killed many before dying but was attacked by several at once. The pack got poorer. I lost a good man, the best of warriors, a spectacular father and mate, and the best of us all. The rogues burn in the pyres. Now it's time to honor the head warrior. My dad wants to bury Brady, but I can't do it. For me, it would burn in the same piles as the rogues, but he is the Alpha.

What she saw made her breath hitch. A man was pinned against a sleek black car, his expensive suit soaked and clinging to his muscular frame. Two masked figures surrounded him, one gripping his collar while the other pressed a gun into his ribs. Blood trickled from a cut on his temple, painting a stark contrast against his pale skin. Even in the dim light, Elena recognized him instantly. Adrian Blackwood—the billionaire whose name carried more power than the city itself—was fighting for his life. "We warned you, Blackwood," one of the attackers growled, tightening his grip. "Your money can’t save you tonight."

Everything freezes in mid-breath. And through the smoke and debris, he steps in. Adam. But not the man I kissed outside the gallery. Not the one who held my hand under city lights. This Adam is a storm wrapped in flesh. Eyes glowing like molten coals, fire flickering in his gaze. Fur coats his broad chest and arms, claws gleaming, muscles shifting like they’re barely contained beneath his skin. He’s massive. Primal. A creature dragged from the edge of a nightmare. No my protector.