Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

Charlotte said and Aurora felt her heart thumping in her ears. "He's not a bad person, Aurora. He left no stone unturned to save the people who are being trafficked on a daily basis. He became the savior of helpless women. He may be a mafia. His enemies know him as the grim reaper because he is cruel to them but no one knows how good of a heart he has. He is just broken, he's drowned in the fire of vengeance." Charlotte sighed as her eyes saddened. Aurora dropped her gaze. Her mind stored this new information as her heart ached for him.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

I questioned while cocking my eyebrow up. "No, it's what he does." she stated. Reina's Point of View "It's what he does," I stated with no tone. He looked taken back and confused as if he could have never expected it. "What?" he stammered. I pushed him off of me and sat on the bed avoiding eye contact with him. "The Black Hunter kills the bad people. Yet the cops make him seem like the bad person. He kills rapists, abusers, sexual offenders etc." "How do you know that?"

BRAD The city looked different on snowy nights. There were no stars in the sky just snow falling endlessly. I leaned closer to the glass, my hands in my pockets, my reflection staring back at me: sharp, calm. But right now I was far from calm. I was calculating. People always say every villain has an origin story. Maybe that's true, but I've never really considered myself a villain. No I actually see myself as the hero of this story. Most villains do what they do out of spite and anger, but not me. I do what I do because it's a necessary evil.

Despite returning to the past, was I still unable to escape the fate of being tortured to my death by a drunkard? In the previous cycle, even though I managed to escape from the drunkard, I still ended up dying at the hands of other drunkards. I had called my brothers behind Camala’s back. Once they heard me crying for help, they sent their bodyguards to capture the drunkard in time, and I managed to survive. But Gloria did not see my brothers even when the curtains closed, and she thought she had been abandoned, so she decided to stab herself with a prop. She died on the spot.

It gives a physical description of the man, but other than that, there isn’t much on the page. “So, who is he?” I ask, causing Doc to sit at the table with a sigh. “Corbin Black is Duncan Ambrose’s number one henchman. He does most of the crime boss’ dirty work. We pulled him in a few different times to try and flip him, but it didn’t work. He’s Duncan’s puppy, loyal to the core. As sick as it sounds, I think he enjoys what he does,” Doc adds. “And, what exactly does he do?” I ask, not wanting to overestimate the man.

the wolf inside said. He lifted his head and looked straight into my eyes. That was when I saw it. He was a Blackthorne Beta. They were rarely found as rogues, and their kind was uncommon. A Blackthorne Beta was as strong as an alpha from any small pack and could easily defeat them in a duel. I grinned when I understood what bringing in a Blackthorne Beta meant. The power I could draw from him was beyond measure. I would become stronger, even stronger than Damien Blackthorne.

I was sitting with the most powerful members of the organisation and the most brutal assassins in the country, yet I wasn't scared a bit. The generals were; Anthony Black a black American who was General Number Nine, had both genetic and body modifications, he was strong and very arrogant. John Grey was General Number Eight, and he wielded a katana, his skills followed up with his body modification made him exceptionally strong, but he had one problem he didn't know how to keep his mouth closed.

His chest exhaled anger, and the clutch on the wheels tightened, making the knuckles pale. “I am death for those who wanted to betray Capo. This is who I am. A fucking loyal black dog.” The pain was pure; the words were honest, but the intentions were evil. His loyalty was the only thing he knew in his life, which is why he was called a dog. A dog is loyal to his master till its last breath, and black validates he represents the darkness of this world where everyone wants power. “I am suffering not because I was born evil, but because of my choices.” “My choices were wrong, and I know it.”

She stated, but the older man simply laughed. “Ah, don’t be like that, little lady. I’m sure there’s something else you can offer me.” The tone in his voice was mocking and his gaze, was something Noelle wasn’t comfortable with. It was a look, she knew too well, but at the same time, it wasn’t the same. Adrian Black was not a good man. In fact, he was far from being one. The type of business he was into, was the kind that involved drugs and prostitution and his men, were no better.