Black Parade Gerard Novels & Stories

Gerald smirk proudly a satisfied look appeared on his face and disappeared almost immediately, he patted Andrew’s shoulder and walked to where the other members are. He walked to where the bodies were , Shane poured petrol on the bodies and Gerald removed a lighter from his pocket , he lighted it and threw it at the bodies that blew up immediately. “ Are the items intact?” He asked Andrew who nodded immediately. He walked off to his car and drove away in full speed as the mob members powerbike moved behind him in crazy speed also as they try to meet up with his speed.

He’s the youngest among the men with tousled blonde hair and an impish gleam. “You’re too excited, Trent,” another one of them grumbles. He’s Gerald Greene, a Texan thug who was one of Salvez’s men before he was betrayed. Calm and collected, his long black hair is tied into a bun. There’s a scar above his left eye and he’s got smooth dark skin. “Enough chit chat!” the fourth man named Parker snaps. He’s in his late twenties with short black hair and a freckled face. A known thief, he was arrested when he tried to steal from a government employee’s house.

"You killed Caldwell? It was you?!" Gerard groaned. "I didn't mean to," "You expect me to believe that!" Gavriel snarled. "He was my best friend. You killed him, you psycho." "I was just out of prison okay? I wanted to be decent. I got a job driving trucks. They were the only ones who would take an ex-convict like me. But I got a bit drunk with my colleague and didn't use the hand brake." Gerard sighed and threw his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. "Poor dude died. My colleague got his head smashed. I couldn't go back to prison. So I messed with the CCTV and framed him."

“We can talk elsewhere.” Gerard laughed—loud, carefree, like this was all just a joke to him. “You don’t have to be scared of me, brother. And your girl…” His hand tugged at my hair again. “Wouldn’t be bad if I had a taste, right? Brothers always share.” I nearly gagged. Mario’s face went blank, which was somehow worse than anger. “You know,” Gerard mused, his grip tightening, “she almost looks like—” “Enough!”

What creature was Gerard? Gerard stood in the center of the room among the bloodied corpses of the guards. He looked at Mehlev with a sly grin. "I came to negotiate. I can't believe I have to do this. I'm not as patient as my brother, nor do I care if you see my true form. Because I won't let you live," Gerard said, throwing one guard's heart to the floor unceremoniously. Mehlev gulped. "What are you?" he asked in a choked voice.

The person had their back turned to him, but something about their posture seemed oddly familiar. Excusing himself from the table, Gerard made his way towards the figure, his curiosity piqued. North and William exchanged puzzled glances but remained silent, allowing Gerard to follow his instincts. As Gerard tapped the person's shoulder, he turned, revealing a familiar face that sparked a mix of surprise and recognition. "Uncle?" Gerard's voice carried a hint of disbelief. "Gerard?" The man's response mirrored Gerard's astonishment. It was Gerard's uncle Caleb, a figure he hadn’t seen for quite a while ever since he helped Gerard with the Huxley Group. A figure he hadn't expected to encounter

“Like your mate? I’m sorry, my name is Amoux, not Gerard. People say that to me and I don’t even want to think about it because I don’t know the guy you are talking about. Just consider me his doppelgänger, ok. Stop following me or else, I will inform Garold and tell him that maybe you want to have an affair with me. We both know he wouldn’t take it easy with you. You know how he behaves.’ “Amoux, what is going on here?’ We both went still, our eyes widened as we both turned to where the voice came from. Gerard. He was in baggy black trousers, a baggy white designer shirt. His straight white hair was at shoulder length. His his arms decorated up with tattoos. He was breathtaking and his lips

Lydia shouts out, "Mr. Blackfang, are your brains absolutely sure you want to escalate this small matter to an all-out pack war? This won't end well for anyone in this room!" Gerard roars like a wild beast, "My heart wants much more than a war! My hands are going to make sure that punk rogue is ripped apart piece by piece right in front of your eyes!" He could handle losing a warrior like Rocco, but seeing his only son and pack heir beaten to a bloody mess was completely unforgivable to his bloodline. Gerard sneers at my face. "Your wolf has got real guts, kid, my mind will give your skin that much. But coming straight to my territory core and acting so cocky? Absolutely nobody can save your