Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

This man shows so much momentum and character that it is difficult for me to keep my sanity when my eyes connect with his eyes. -Here is your order sir .... -Blackwell -He answered with a sideways smile- My name is Azael Blackwell, it's a pleasure, Miss Amanda. Holy Christ, I bit my lips, I don't know what was wrong with me, my jaw seemed to be trembling. And the thing is, I've seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but, this man, he seems to be wrapped in an enigmatic air of mystery and power, and that, I can turn the face of any female, even, man.

“Look at it, Penelope. I don't kill little children or abuse women. I don't agree with most of the ideals of groups like the Brotherhood. I work to protect these people, and they give me something in return for it. I'm not a Robin Hood. I don't take it from the rich. And I don't take it from the poor. I'm just ridding this city of most of the worst elements that arise to take away our peace. I would doubt it very much if someone here opened their mouth to talk about something bad about me.” "Maybe they're just scared," I went in a humorous tone, Dante rolled his eyes playfully. "Seriously, Dante, you were a good surprise tonight. I didn't think I would know a gangster who had children so the

said Carlos staring at Jonathan. “I used to be a gangster but after knowing mafia can help me earn more money, I joined Black dragon as it is powerful back then. After seeing Vincent, I wanted to be the leader and I hated him for harming innocent children and women so I killed him when he is fighting with Phoenix men” said Jonathan trying to reach his wife but she slapped his hands.

Because he was open about not liking them from the start they did not look bothered at all. I called for alcohol and what not to make it look like a party. The others being clueless help sell the cover story. We got there and we explained everything, to say they wanted blood would be a lie. Everyone started called back home to check if everything was good, I looked around and couldn't find black. I was about to go look for his two timing ass when he come in. Black- he killed half my warriors with a group of hunters.. the rest managed to get to the banker in time. He was looking for our weapons specialist not the weapons themselves!

Given that psychopath personality, who knows if once he noticed my presence, he would choose me to be his experiment subject then I would be doomed. I didn't think too much about it. Other than the villain, I also need to avoid the protagonist and the male lead who is supposed to meet in a clinchè setting. Those two are both no good, they are also psychopaths. Although it wasn't as much as the villain since Mr. Valcarcel got the title as a villain because of his extreme means to use someone, the protagonist is also the same though much lower than the villain. However, for me who was just a small cannon fodder who died in chapter one, the protagonists are also the scariest because they have g

So Daniel told us. What emerged over the next hour was not the portrait of a monster. That was the thing I kept returning to as my pen moved across the legal pad. Charles Blackwood was not a cartoonish villain. Not theatrical, not operatic, not driven by simple greed that was easy to name and dismiss. He was something considerably harder than that. A man with legitimate grievances who had chosen catastrophic methods.

The fierce, unapologetic conviction in his voice is fascinating. “And no, I’m not some kind of virtuous vigilante who expose their crimes for the greater good. I find their secrets and use it for my own profit. But once they know somebody is on to them, they do tend to start living a bit less like they’re completely untouchable.” He isn't a mercenary. He doesn't fight for a paycheck, and he doesn't kill on command. He operates entirely on his own twisted, chaotic moral compass. He’s a disruptor by nature.

“They are no different from any loyal pack. We have rules and order like every civilized community.” I stared at him, stunned. Truly stunned. Because the man standing in front of me was not the monster my upbringing had painted into existence. He wasn’t wild eyed or bloodthirsty. He wasn’t frothing at the mouth or pacing like a beast. He was a leader, a protector, and a father. Garran lifted his eyes to mine again, pinning me in place with that powerful stare. “Most of the crimes pinned on rogues…murder, robbery, attacks…do you want to know the truth?”

"He was your asset." Blackwood paced slowly before them. "Vincent understood necessity. The value of certain arrangements. He helped us with delicate matters when legal channels were... insufficient." "He was your hitman," Diego translated flatly. "Among other things," Blackwood acknowledged. "Your brother had talents. Useful talents. And we protected him in return." "Until you didn't," Sarah interjected. "You let me prosecute him." Blackwood's eyes hardened. "Vincent became a liability. Made mistakes. Developed a conscience, of all things." He glanced at Diego. "He refused a particular assignment. One of national importance."

You probably don't understand what's happening. Well, I'll explain the chain of events that had occurred and their reasoning behind them. First, I will introduce myself. I'm... well. You can call me the Prophet. You could even call me Alan Smithee, I prefer to be called Alan. I am everywhere and nowhere and our two main characters have been working under my command. Is it blackmail? Yes, in fact, I did blackmail them. How come they managed to pass out earlier before heading to the prison/hotel when they should most likely be immune to such poisons?