Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

He looked very … familiar. He stepped closer and … No. No, no. Heavens, no! This wasn't just any werewolf. This was HIM! Xavier BlackWood, Leader of the Rogues and the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack. No. Hell no. This man was a cold-blooded beast. A ruthless killer. The very enemy of literally everyone. And I was in his camp. “No.” I struggled against the ropes. “I have to get out of here.” Xavier just stared at me. “What are you doing?”

He proved to be an invaluable asset, helping them outmaneuver their rivals and stay one step ahead in their illicit dealings. Despite the shadowy nature of his new associates, Christopher Jhonson remained steadfast in his principles. He refused to compromise his integrity or engage in any activities that went against his moral compass. Instead, he used his position to enact positive change from within, subtly steering the mafia away from the path of darkness and towards a more enlightened path.

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

The crisp scent of damp earth and pine needles filled his senses, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the storm in his mind. Liam Black — Alpha of the Black Panther Pack — moved with predatory grace, his golden eyes sharp as a blade in the dim twilight. His sleek black coat, faintly visible through the open flaps of his cloak, shone faintly under the dying red light of the setting sun. His muscles coiled and uncoiled with each step as his internal battle raged on. Every instinct told him to turn around. To go back. To keep his distance from her. Elizabeth.

No killer would assassinate someone who could be blacklisted by the killer organizations. Not even one in a million people might do it. Meanwhile, Thomas was honored to be included in that list. Well, did others have to seek death when he was the scary character, whom even Odissan, the number one killer, failed to kill? Besides, Thomas’ righteousness and compassion really moved a lot of people who practiced martial arts. He was compassionate and loyal aside from being terrifyingly strong. He was even protected by a lot of experts. Nobody would want to deal with such a person.

The rogues aren’t completely off the leash, so to speak. Rollo Seabrook still looks deranged, from the old photo of him. With crooked teeth from gnawing on bones and a face that looks like he’s spent one too many sleepless nights, he might have been handsome once. His muscles ripple and he could break bricks with his hands. He wears a black T-shirt like a bodybuilder. Rollo’s Beta is Tyler Lorch, who’s just muscle, and loyal, unquestioning muscle at that. Your typical thug. Rollo keeps everyone in line with the promise of conquering some other kingdom, and in the meantime, stealing as much as they can.

Mister Black was already fed up with Oscar's childish game, so he got up from his seat, ready to carry Cecelia home, but then huge men from nowhere suddenly surrounded him, as if they were aware of his interior motive all along. "I need to pass, leave my way!". Mister Black said with a hoarse voice. "And if we don't, then what are you going to do?". The man in front of Mister Black asked. "Nothing! but I request you leave my front right..........". Mister Black was unable to complete his statement because one of them suddenly attacked him with a knife in his hands. Mister Black started fighting the men surrounding him, and this is what he loves........ which is to shed blood.

Henry bowed his head toward Leon respectfully. Chandler and Sherlyn both followed Henry's lead and bowed toward Leon as well. "Henry, you don't have to thank me! The Scarlet Thief had committed countless crimes in the past. Anyone would want to get rid of him! I merely fulfilled my duty as a member of the community. You don't have to be so grateful about it..." Lon smiled. All eight criminals on the criminal list were known to be ruthless and had committed heinous crimes. Leon was a righteous and upstanding man. He would have done his best to kill anyone that was on the criminal list when given the chance.

A lie. That’s all it took. They locked me in the clan’s Sunken Church. For five years, the sun-torture burned away every last scrap of my pureblood pride. But when my sentence ended, I walked out and straight back into the same nightmare. My mate looks at me like I’m filth. Disgusting trash. My once-best friend is curled in his arms. She’s wearing my dead mother’s robes. She has stolen my life. Even my own son glares at me with pure hate. He says a traitor like me should have died in that cage. They all call me a monster. The one who murdered her own parents. A disgrace to the pureblood name. But I remember the truth. This time, I won’t go silently into silver chains. I won’t let them break

Harry's casual demeanor faded away. "Do you know Peter Black?" I asked. "The infamous mafia boss and CEO of Black Group?" "Exactly." I shared everything I knew with Harry, including my mistakes. He understood my actions in the aftermath, but also acknowledged that this Peter Black seemed to be a significant figure, a typical mafia type. I mocked him, suggesting that if Black was truly typical and only used his fists, would Neil be in harm's way?