Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

This was the grammar of the empire he had joined. He sat on the edge of the bed, the city’s lights a distant, mocking constellation. He was no longer Jay the agent. He was not yet Jay the consort. He was something in-between, a creature being forged in the cold fire of Rafael Bianchi’s world. And as he began to memorize the sins of the first man on the list, he understood one thing: his vengeance against Park would not be an act of rebellion. It would be his graduation.

“I am going to reject you… and you, Alpha, are going to accept it…” *********************************** Marcel was bred to be a weapon. A fighter. An executioner. The Alpha sent where rogues needed to be destroyed. He never questioned it. Rogues were chaos. A stain on wolfkind. They were not to be protected, only eliminated. And he would never mate one. Until his wolf chose her. She is everything he was meant to end. A rogue with no pack, no protection, and no place in his world. The bond ignites against his will, only for her to be the one to reject…

We have been receiving threats from other ambitious alphas wanting to come and claim the king's seat. I am not about letting anyone take what rightfully belongs to me, to Richard my son. That is the only reason I had not killed that useless fool. Should anything thing happen to the king before I complete the rituals, then we are doomed. Richard left reluctantly slamming the door behind him, after giving a final suspicious look from Black to me, "I heard you were worried," Black said as he walked casually around the office. Black has very strong and intimidating personality traits. He is tall with even-toned abs that have been heavily adorned in tattoos. every nerve in his body seems to flex

I'm relieved to know they're content today and I will rest in peace in my grave. "Finally, I want you to know that I never regret any of my actions, including murdering your father, He first betrayed me by choosing your mother, and I will never regret killing your boss Camilla because no one dares to mess with the King of the Black Mafia, Salvador Epiphora." He said, and I told the guard to use the same machine he used on my father for him. Even in the end, Salvador never regretted what he did, and killing him was the only option left. Once a monster, always a monster.

Well, I stepped down as the gang leader longer ago cause am a family man now. So I gave the title to my sweet niece Lilly. She's the only child now living with me until she finishes college. I see. Well is nice to meet you Lillian Kings. My name is Carlos Black is an honor to meet at last. you look just like your father. Also, your uncle told me your be behavior is same as your father. Your dad is...well blood thirsty and loves torturing people until they gave him some answers. if they don't, he will continue to torment them until they broke, until they start talking.

He felt as if he had fallen from the top of a roof only to land on his back. "Can we be leaving now?" Sophia asked. "Not yet," Alberto replied. "Blackwheel still has a lot to say to us and we still have a lot to say to him. There is so much going on right now inside the brotherhood that needs to be told. It would be best if we could stick together rather than create a form of disunity that might affect us in the future." "There is no future for me," Blackwheel said slowly. "I am a murderer and I have killed the people who love me for rubbish reasons. At least, Judas betrayed Christ for some coins. I betrayed my family for nothing."

Giovanni's bullet found him before he could pull the trigger, the man's body crumpling against the ship's rail. Another gunman tried to use one of the women as a human shield. Leon's shot took him through the shoulder, spinning him away from his intended victim. Giovanni's follow-up shot ensured he wouldn't get a second chance to harm anyone. He despised men who preyed on the weak, who built their empires on the suffering of those who couldn't fight back. That was one line he would never cross, no matter how dark the business he was in. There were rules, even in hell, and men like Benedicto's associates had violated the most sacred of them. In his world, honor among thieves wasn't just a say

Third Person POV A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length. He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside. "Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says. The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

He breathed gently before his voice came back harder. "I know that mother fucker and I know you can't be anywhere near him. He is a black hole, Caroline. It's only a matter of time before he kills you or one of his enemies does. This isn't a joke. He runs a very powerful criminal organization. He tortures people, kills people. He's a fucking psychopath. A monster." A monster. He tried telling me so many times. He never pretended to be good or to hide his darkness. He just never showed me the extent of it.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”