Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

She nods her head in fear and continues teaching not daring to ask further questions. The serpent rose tattoo on my wrist holds alot of power... after what happened at my first school, I met a guy named Dante. He helped me and we became best friends in no time, I later found out he is the boss of the Spanish mafia and I needed money, so he helped me train and turned me into the best fighter. I street fighted for a bit and became known as black rose, the undefeated. No one knows how "black rose" looks like they only know about the tattoo on her wrist, which is why mrs. Red got scared after I showed her my tattoo.

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.

Marco whispered, confirming my worst fear. The Blacksmiths are a criminal organization of ex-convicts and mentally deranged individuals. Many of them are prisoners, who were somehow able to break out of jail. I mean, I'm literally a mafia boss, selling drugs and weapons, so I know them. These people were the worst kind of criminals one could ever imagine. Murderers, thieves, rapists, human traffickers and so on. The Blacksmiths are no joke. "So he wants revenge for his father's death? That's why he took my wife?" I seethed.

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.”

“Honor is for those who intend to rule more than a day.” Hanlon’s smile faded. “You keep bluffing, Blackwood. But I know what weakness looks like. You want to protect what’s yours? Look at me—I lost everything once. It nearly killed me. Now I’m stronger—because I learned to steal back what mattered. That’s what I’ll do now. Payback.” He paused, eyes narrowing, voice dropping to something sharp and personal. “You know what it feels like to watch your world burn down—see your staff desert you, your so-called allies vanish, your name dragged through every gutter in Manhattan? I know. I’ve survived it.”

“No, that’s not the point. We’re cleaning up those messes. My point is—you’re harboring a man who does those kinds of things with no remorse. He let his father be killed with no remorse. He shot me and felt no remorse. He aided in the trafficking of hundreds of women and children and felt no remorse. There’s no goodness in him, Sierra. Whatever decency you think you see, that man is an illusion. Smoke and mirrors. You can’t save him. There’s nothing in him worth saving.” Although I’m reeling from her trafficking revelations, having her lay into Flint in such a callous, judgmental way makes my blood boil. A few short weeks ago, I’d have agreed with most of her assertions. Years ago, he hurt m