Black Family Motto Novels & Stories

until I told him my mate's name. "Gabriel Black?" "Who is he, Jim?" Mom asked worriedly. "The Black family, are cruel, heartless Werewolves. They're close to Royalty, but only distantly - they are a part of the Werewolf Council. I'm not just talking about reputation, I mean - really mean - that they are ruthless, powerful, cold and evil. If you are his mate that means..."

He could prove to her he was the one she could trust, and that their bond was forever. Mr. Black had been a fool to think he could protect them from the harshness of the world. They could not shield themselves from life's difficulties. He had deprived them of their heritage and its teachings, which were so important for their survival. He had cursed himself for not understanding the importance of their ancestral customs and for not teaching them about their roots.

"Do you know how long it took us to earn Alpha Blackwood's respect? To prove we deserve our place here?" I stayed silent, knowing she wasn't done. "We're not born Blackwoods, Paxton," Mom said, her eyes blazing. "We don't have the luxury of automatic acceptance. Every day, we have to prove we belong. Every day, we have to show that we're loyal, that we're valuable, that we're not a liability." "I understand that—" "No, you don't!" Mom interrupted. "Because if you understood, you wouldn't be out there making headlines and bringing negative attention to our family name. You wouldn't be giving the Alpha reasons to question whether the Wolfes are worth keeping around."

But if a person hurts their family, then it doesn't matter if they are old or young. Family should always come first no matter what and I made sure to engrave that into their minds: 'prima la familia.' It is our motto, and we will always live by it till we take our last breaths. I enter the living room and look around to make sure that all my sons are there. And sure enough, they are all here. Everyone has confused faces except Camron and Pedro, who are looking at me emotionlessly, but I could see the curiosity swimming in their eyes.

Maximus, his presence commanding respect, addressed the assembled slaves. "Fellow brothers and sisters, our struggle is not just against chains and whips. It is against the very essence of oppression that seeks to snuff out our humanity. We may bleed, but our spirit remains unbroken. We stand on the precipice of change, and united, we shall overcome."

"It's about unity, about fostering a sense of kinship and belonging among us…like family." I returned her smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Yes, exactly," I replied. "BloodPledge isn't just a name—it's a promise. A promise to uphold the values of loyalty, compassion, and mutual respect and as long as we remain true to that pledge, I believe we can overcome any obstacle that comes our way."

Christianity. James colleagues, some of whose ancestors were of African descent congratulated him and called him a lucky man during a quiet celebration held in honor of the men and women who were serving in Africa and those like him who were about to serve. But he didn't feel the same way. He didn't feel honored. As the party ended, everyone in the mission school stood up and recited the motto of the school which says: GO WHERE THE LORD LEADS. BEQUEATH YOUR POSSESSION AND GRAB THE SWORD. IT WILL BURN WITH YOU UNTIL THE END.

Cristian asked. I shook my head and Tate grabbed my hand. Surprisingly I didn't let go. I need his support. "It means 'to protect our race.' It was the motto of Black Moon. They were the wolves that fight all our battles against other kinds of supernaturals or hunters. They have no sense of submission, like you, they are fantastic fighters. And... I believe your father was the alpha." Was?

The only violence they engage in was to make things difficult for Kingsters. The motto of their leader is simple. Don’t provoke if you don’t want to be punished. And if anyone does, don’t expect to see the next sunrise. The leader hates when someone tells him what he should do. Advices or suggestions should never be given unless asked. He even hates if people gossip about him, outside or inside of his clan. Period. Fiona’s friends never in their walking dream expect to cross paths with mafia people especially not one from the mighty BlackWolf clan. It’s definitely not a good thing.

Alpha Frederick said, trying his best to maintain a calm look. "Well, your Beta shouldn't be spared then, he asked for death and you skipped him. Isn't that partial?" "You..." As much as he'd like to talk back to the vicious Lycan, Alpha Frederick knew better. Talking back meant the Grey Moon Pack would exist no more. He could only put up with this devil for now. "Your Majesty, our motto is courage but these two who should show a good example fell back upon hearing your order." "Your motto is courage you say,"