Black Adam Novels & Stories

The third, a brute of a man from South Africa whose engine literally rattled the walls from where I stood. But it was the fourth that made my throat tighten. “And finally,” the announcer said, the crowd already rising to their feet, “the man you’ve been waiting for. You know him as the Black King of the Circuit—calm, lethal, untouchable.” My heart sank as the screen overhead lit up, and there he was. Adam Lewiston. Dressed in black, strapped into his machine like a damn monarch of speed. His helmet sat on the passenger seat, and as the camera zoomed in, he turned toward it. Cool and collected. And then—

“Stay behind me. He’s a snake. Don’t let him get under your skin.” He crossed the room in three strides and yanked the door open, his body filling the frame like a wall. Adrian Blackwood stood there, leaning casually against the doorjamb as if he owned the hallway. He was tall—almost as tall as Jason—but leaner, with sharp, aristocratic features, dark hair slicked back, and eyes the color of cold steel that glittered with cruel amusement. His tailored suit screamed money and power, the kind that came from old family connections rather than earned merit. A faint, spicy alpha scent rolled off him—clove and smoke, aggressive in a way that made my omega instincts prickle with unease.

They don’t know it yet, but they might need this fresh Hulk when the time comes to fight the Road Riders. RT, like us, didn’t sit still after escaping the mansion. We still talk from time to time, so I know what kind of jobs he takes on now. Assassinations. Kill-for-hire. My big brother is no longer the scared little boy abused by a monster. He became a monster himself. Just like I did. “RT, this is my brother Devil, President of the club.” RT gives a short nod. “Nice to meet you,” he grunts and moves on.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts, "let us welcome the man who will help lead us into this new era. The future Alpha of the United Pack... Adrian Blackwood." The massive oak doors at the end of the hall swung wide with a bang that echoed like a gunshot. Then, he stepped in. Adrian Blackwood walked in like he owned the air in the room. He was young, probably late-twenties, but he carried a darkness that made him look a thousand years old. He was tall, built like a tank but moved with the grace of a jungle cat. He wore a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than a house, but it couldn't hide the raw, lethal power rolling off him in waves. His face was all sharp angles—a jawline

“I will not allow this!” Before he could unleash his full power, the massive double doors burst open with a thunderous crash. A tall, broad-shouldered man in full military uniform strode into the hall. His ash-brown hair was cropped short, his steel-gray eyes sharp and commanding. Power radiated from him is the kind earned on battlefields. Adrian Blackwood had returned from military service. “Brother,” Adrian said, voice deep and steady as he walked straight to Damien’s side. “I came as soon as I heard the news.”

"Victor, don't let them flank the carrier!" I crouched on the second-floor fire escape of an abandoned pharmacy, peering through the iron railing. Below me, a platoon of heavily armed soldiers in pitch-black tactical gear was pinned down behind two armored troop transports. Surrounding them was a sprawling horde of at least two hundred zombies, their milky eyes glowing under the flickering streetlights. And right in the dead center of the chaos stood Commander Adrian Black. He was a human thunderstorm. Blue arcs of high-voltage electricity danced across his shoulders, snapping against the concrete with deafening CRACKS. Every time he swung his fist, a shockwave of lightning tore through thre

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

What the fuck is going on with these two today? "Adam, Adam Black is your mat-I mean the King "Hmm Adam, wonder if it's the same dude from the hospital, but why does that seem so familiar, have I talked to him before? Who knows, now he's just a side character for me, my pack; I want it back. I will do anything it takes to get it

“Of course, we both know Legion, and by the way I’m Damarion. I’ll be Adira personal bodyguard, and I’m guessing that will be you.” “Yeah, and how did you come up with that Sherlock?” “Well, I was told that Leila is the one that Legion is with, and if that’s not Leila in his arms that you should start getting pissed off right now. So, that leaves you to be Adira, and the one that Levi is married to.” He came over to me with his hand out to me and I take it without a doubt. He was dark complexion, with dark brown hair, brown eyes and it looks like he works out a lot. The other guy had very short blonde hair, green eyes and also looks like he works out.