Black Family Motto Novels & Stories

On the day they met Titus, they refused to show any signs of weakness. Melecio said, “Who would have thought that you’d have the last laugh, you b*stard?” Abatus then mocked Titus, “You must be feeling really smug. The Black family is yours now. You achieved your goal.”

"And we will not let them down. Now is our time to shine or die. Remember, no matter what, our people come first, and we're going to kill that bastard who dared to attack us." "Now what are you waiting for? Go and kill that bastard." The sound of my words resonated through the air, igniting a newfound sense of purpose within each member of Alpha. With a unified battle cry, we charged forward, fueled by the desire to avenge our fallen comrades and protect our loved ones. The field became a battlefield as we fought with unwavering determination, knowing that failure was not an option.

Seeing our united ranks made me proud in a way that was only natural given the tenacity and unflinching character that had seen us through the worst of circumstances. But even as I reveled in the brightness of our rekindled friendship, a persistent uncertainty bitched at the margins of my mind. I understood, after all, that the rogues were no small bother to be ignored. They were an erupting volcano of turmoil and strife, motivated by a blatant contempt for the moral principles that had guided our species for ages. I yelled, "My brothers and sisters," my voice commanding attention. "We stand together tonight, a barrier against those who would try to split us up and undermine our honorable hi

) Verdi agreed with a nod. “Ma…” (but) Verdi turned to answer my father. “Tuo figlio sapeva a cosa andava incontro. Sangue nel, sangue fuori.” (Your son knew what he was getting into. Blood in. Blood out.) He was quoting the Mafia’s initiation motto. To join, one must commit a murder. To leave, one must be killed.

"I know that we've all been through a lot lately, and although many of us are trying to be tough about it, and pretend that we're not affected by the loss of our friends and fellow members of our team. However, it is not a crime to feel sad about the demise of your friends that died in the battle against that ultimate panther. However, we're a stronger team now, and we've gotten more drive and passion from that experience." He sighed, letting out a cool breath of dew against the blazing fire. "Anyways, I wanted to thank you guys for standing resolute when, the other Ehimen, tried to destroy the team. For that, you have my gratitude. And I'm encouraged to say that from now on things will b

They weren't ready to die. "Yes, Dad. If they come back, we're done." Quentin had almost lost his voice from fear. "Exactly, Dad. With the Black Army stationed here, there's nowhere to go, even if we wanted to run." Colton was also scared. "You're all useless! How could you let a little pressure get to you?" Having recovered from the initial shock, Miller looked at the terrified group before him with a hint of contempt. "But Dad, even Mr. Black addressed him as 'Sire'."

Carved into the ancient rock were the words that had been my family's motto for generations: "Strength Through Unity. Unity Through Blood." I traced the letters with trembling fingers. I had the blood. Without the wolf, I had no strength. Without strength, I had no place in this unity. A sound escaped my throat. half laugh, half sob. Hysterical and broken, echoing off the stones. No. I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't give them that satisfaction. I pushed away from the stone and walked, slow and steady, despite the way my whole body wanted to collapse, across the grounds and toward the manor.

“And we did not fall.” He gestured to the land—to the river, the forest, the smoke rising from rebuilt homes. “We rose.” The roar shook the valley. Thomas raised his hand. Silence crashed back into place. “Black River does not kneel,” he said. The pack answered as one, the vow tearing free like thunder: “BLACK RIVER DOES NOT KNEEL!” Behind him, Sera pressed a hand to her chest, eyes bright. For the first time in years, certainty settled into Thomas’s bones.

"Is what happens to anyone who tries to defy or betray Aiden Blackwood." Standing before my men, I felt a weight of disappointment as I addressed them. They were one of the people I trusted; I'd had them trained in the way of the mafia, and their behavior went against everything we ever stood for. "Guys, you know how vital loyalty is to us. It's more than just a word; it's our backbone. Betrayal doesn't just hurt me; it endangers all of us," I stressed, trying to convey the severity of the situation without letting my frustration show too much. "In this family, we do not stab each other's backs the way Kellan did. We do not!"

Jack said finally to reduce the pressure. "Explain." Albert commanded. Jack gulped a mouthful saliva with his roar. He never saw him that furicious to his own people. Though they had their own gang, they were under a mafia organisation of the country. They were united together to keep peace in the country. Their first motto was, not to harm the innocents, not to show mercy to the betrayers. They have their own power over their gang and never meddle in the matters of others. But when the organisation needs, they become together to accomplish the mission. And being the members of same organisation, Jack never sensed him that furicious.