Black Family Motto 소설 & 이야기

“I took the Beta oath. Becoming a Black was not something I could do even if I wanted to. I have parents and they would hang me if I tried to ditch the family name.” I clear my throat. “The question is, Damien, how important is your surname? And do you see yourself being a complete part of this pack?”

And now I find Blаkе is grаvіtаtіng tо the broken, twіѕtеd, felony hооkеr? It’ѕ perfect really. She muѕt hаvе the mоttо, ‘trеаt ’em mеаn, kеер ’еm keen’. It hasn’t been a ѕtrаtеgу I’vе purposely pulled оut оf thе hаt.

To stay silent was to give him even more. She swallowed a bitter wad, her eyes clashing with her sister's. "Then we make him pay." Shayla's eyes burned, not with thanks, but with the weight of fate. She placed a firm hand on the table, wrapping her own hand around Leya's in a tight fist. They uttered the oath aloud — not of blood, but of loss and grief. > "On our father's name. On the house he built. On the lives he spared us. Samuel Blackwood will fall."

Our motto is 'By any means necessary'. Most of our enemies never saw the inside of a jail and that's why we're able to survive so long without anyone on the outside ever having the slightest inclination that we existed. We annihilate the guilty and on the rare occasion that we let them live because of their ignorance of the facts or something of the like, they never knew what the hell had hit them in the first place.

They seemed a bit surprised as I entered without any notice. “Luna,” Elder Darius greeted me softly. “You should be resting now.” “I will once I’m done here,” I replied a bit loudly, taking a seat across from them. “But first, I need to understand something.” Their expressions shifted, eyes widening in tension. “I want to know about Blackridge,” I muttered, releasing a deep breath. “Everything.” The elders exchanged quick glances before spilling it out. “Blackridge is not like other ordinary packs,” Elder Miriam decided to speak first. “They pride themselves on strength above all else. Mercy is considered weakness among them, an unforgivable flaw.”

i was interested in knowing the full story, “the black alpha needed his son, and his son to make sure that the blood line would still go one, but his mate had no business in this matter, so he ordered her death, framing her brother to her death.” “As he set her to meet her brother, my great grandfather, he never appaused to their union in heart as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.” “ and you expect me to accept that all harm was done by my family?” I asked. “Would you kill your own blood for vengeance? I believe you grew up with my grandkids and you saw their love for one another, it is something that comes from blood.”*

“We gather here today to honor our esteemed King Edward and witness the noble houses that have graced us with their presence.” He paused for a moment, allowing the anticipation to build, before continuing with a flourish. “First, let us acknowledge House Blackfire, whose crest is a mighty dragon, spitting fire upon their enemies. Their motto, ‘Fire and Fury,’ speaks to their indomitable spirit and unyielding strength.” The crowd erupted into applause as the members of House Blackfire acknowledged the honor bestowed upon them. The event announcer moved on, his voice resonating with authority and enthusiasm. “Next, we have House Silvercrest, whose sigil is a shimmering silver crest atop a moun

Then I also want to ask you, Why can't you do the same thing as me? Black - Think of everything we've done for this country so far! Think of the sacrifices we've made! And what's the repayment they gave us?! They only look when we got captured! They only look when we were falsely accused! They even also only look when we were delivered to the cross, to be burned to ash! Now, you unexpectedly asked why I want to do this matter?! She says with utter hatred. Black - Naturally because I must have my revenge! Takes revenge against the humans as well as this country! This is the reason why I did all this!

Not when I lost my two brothers and my mother. So I did the same thing she did. I started building too. But unlike her, I wasn’t doing it for power or money. I already had those. I was building for revenge. I brought people in. Some were broken. Some had lost everything. Some didn’t even know who they were yet. Some were just cruel. But I gave them purpose. I gave them a name to believe in. The Black name. And I told them the truth. Every piece of it. I told them about James. About Oliver. About the woman who wore the face of a wife and ended up stealing everything that my mother gathered with blood, sweat, and hardwork.

When I pulled back, I noticed all the omegas close to me are wide-eyed. “I don’t like seeing women scared. I lived like that once. Then I learned how to kick ass and take names. Do not be afraid of Isaiah and me. We hail from Blackstone, and we do not tolerate the mistreatment of anyone. Punishment is only something that is doled out for the worst of the worst. You shouldn’t be afraid to simply work or exist. Please do not be afraid. We know our pack doesn’t function without you. We respect everyone who works honestly and loyally, okay?”