Black-haired Tactical Genius Novels & Stories

I smile and play with my son’s hair. If Remington is right and his hair won’t continue to get white, that means MY genes are somehow just as strong as the Silvan genes. Because right now, Ash’s hair is almost perfectly fifty percent white and fifty percent black. Maaaaybe there’s a bit more of the white Silvan hair, but it’s almost precisely half and half. I really hope it stays like this, because it looks super cool and it’ll always make him stand out. Alpha Ashton Doreen Silvan, with his half-and-half hair. And his strong white wolf with the black head.

Maybe less. “Are you ready?” Helter asked quietly. Genaro stood nearby. Still recovering. Still poisoned. But somehow… more terrifying than ever. Everyone remained stunned by what he had accomplished in only a few hours after waking up. A complete strategy. Multiple attack routes. Backup plans. And every part of it brilliant enough to give them hope again. “I’m ready,” Genaro said calmly. Then he shifted. The massive black beast appeared instantly. Powerful. Violent. Alive. The sight alone strengthened the warriors around him.

A single name at the top of the blacklist was prominently highlighted in dark red text. Dr. Patrick Gnomes. According to the intelligence reports, this man was the chief researcher who had personally overseen the most brutal experiments going on in the lab. He was Kyle's lead torturer. Hugo sat perfectly still in the dim room, his gaze locking onto that name as an immense, suffocating aura quietly filled the empty space around him.

A few nods followed. "Now…" She glanced at her tablet. "Let us begin." She called the first name. A man stepped forward. Dark-skinned. Curly hair. Sharp eyes. His presence alone drew attention. "He comes from Zeravia," the host introduced. "Known across the industry as…" "The Black Genius." A ripple spread through the crowd. Some gasped. Others straightened. He was a name known globally. Ranked at the very top in gemstone artistry. Even those who had spoken to him earlier—

--- Looking. Observing. Calculating. --- Then suddenly— --- A different set of headlights appeared. --- From the opposite direction. --- Several black vehicles accelerated toward the scene. --- Fast. Aggressive. --- The approaching gunmen immediately reacted. --- Confused. --- Uncertain. --- The lead vehicle stopped abruptly. --- The rear door opened. --- A tall figure stepped out. --- Adrian Blackwell. --- The future Mafia King. --- His expression remained unreadable. --- Calm. Cold. Dangerous.

The dark figure spoke in a soft voice. Chase noticed it was a plump man in black. He had a black ornament on his hair, and a chilling light seemed to be glowing on the three-foot green blade behind him. "Oh, General Rawlin…" Eason greeted him. He turned to Chase and said, "This is one of the Four Generals, Nefarious Bulky General, Rawlin Skit." Nefarious Bulky General? Chase was taken aback to hear that nickname. Why would Rawlin be given such a name? The plump man was five feet nine and about 220 pounds. His size was nothing among fat men.

he stated. “Look?" I questioned, carrying a plate of meat to the back porch. “Yes. They only look clean. Not even the IRS would think to audit this guy. But they are a bunch of stupid pencil pushers. Whereas I am a brilliant mad genius werewolf,” he said. I could hear him holding back an evil cackle when he called himself a made genius.

She chuckles thinking about the evening the three of them would sit on the balcony eating ice cream and cake. Beauden growls and Klondike is trying to surface. They don't like their mate being with Einar alone. Wisdom ignores him. “Damn, your ass is lucky as hell. Einar Blackhawk is the greatest warrior ever. I heard his ass know all kinds of fighting skills.” Deshal points at Wisdom “Lucky as hell." Idris stares at Beauden “Good for you. That’s what you needed to learn. Now Miss. Wisdom can protect herself. Wisdom Ledger is an ass-whooping machine. Yep, let some fool try her now.”

The hall is huge because of course hundred of people will be bidding on one single shiny rock today, in millions. Taking a few steps ahead my eyes fell on Logan Walker, his face screams manwhore. He would run after anything with boobs. But, considering he is a thief himself, a professional one not to forget, so it wouldn't take him long to figure out what I am here for. Logan may be the manwhore of the group but he is the best in what he do. Stealing. I mentally cancelled him from the list, walking ahead when my eyes found the another member, Shawn Grey. He is the programmer of the team. He is the smartest among the all in the group with an IQ above 250.

“I changed my mind. I'll fight you all in pairs, none of you can survive a one-on-one training with me anyways.” I swallowed and looked at Emerett who looked regretful. “Take out your weapons and try to take me down. Give it your best shot because I won't be lenient with any of you.” His hoarse voice said. Commander black hole was a tall man with pale skin and long gray hair which he usually wore in a fishtail and he usually wore a mask to cover his facial attributes but he had dark brown eyes. His mask couldn't hide that. “Jasmine,” Said Emerett, “Why don't we just give up? I can't slow down the poison and breathing is starting to feel difficult.”