Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

I snarled and he nodded. “So after parking, the car parked in front of us and three men dressed in black stepped out, holding guards and knives. One was aimed at the driver who began bleeding. We tried to attack, shifting into our wolves but only one of them shifted and he was a rogue, I can always identify a rogue when I see one. The remaining men fought with knives while the rogue was the only animal. They were both heavily built” He explained and I began to think deeply. “Get out!” I braked and he raced out, I slumped on the chair, trying to solve the puzzle.

We may be related by blood, but ever since I've known myself, I've despised him. Living in a house with this man feels like, living in a house with the devil. Not that I am any better since he turned me into his killing machine and still gave credit to Jason even when I did most of the killings or shall I say all. Jason is a coward, he may show my father that he's a boss but honestly, he's just a coward. He's even Afraid of blood and can bearly use a gun properly. Enzo Bianchi is a coward as well he never gets his hands dirty, he pays someone or uses someone like me and Jason to do the work for him.

Carlo rose to his feet and turned from him, "I linked up with Luca Antonio to offer my gratitude for what he has done and apply to join his mafia group but he says to me, Carlo Don El Marco, you are born to be a boss and not a servant. Go out there, claim you want vengeance for what was done to your family and the survivors of the cartel war would stick behind you, including rivals of my family. With that, I built my drug empire and to date, I still feed them with the ideas that when we become extremely powerful, we'll destroy the Finest White..." Carlo turned back to him with a smile, " When I heard a Local Man is sticking his nose into the underground to find a hitman for the Antonio under

Actually Alfonso wanted to quit the underworld that made him 'famous', but the temptation of the criminal world was so strong, that he discouraged it, or put it off. Alfonso's involvement in the crime was not actually his own initiative. He was only as a services provider when someone needs it. He is nothing more than the executor of other parties who do not want to dirty their own hands. Alfonso never joined any criminal gang or gang. He worked alone and never intended to join a gang. He is a professional even though the world he is in is a black world. But this time he really wanted to repent. He wanted to be a good person by working like other people. But he had no other skills that supp

His own brother betrayed him, I lost myself in the process and he lost his mother, he won’t be able to handle it altogether furthermore, he’s got no support that could help him cope up with it. I'm already broken and I don’t think I can fix another broken person, I'm beyond repair now and anything that’s closer to me is death. That’s my only hope of redemption. “If you would’ve loved me, Liza wouldn’t have died. She was a great cook though.” He spoke making me recall the moment he shot her in front of me mercilessly. I was right about him, he had the darkness no one had, he’s the devil. Bible was forced into this world of mafia, but him… he was born this way, as far as I know his parents wer

The man standing before her was taller than she expected. Broad shoulders. Dark tailored suit. Black tie. Sharp features. Cold gray eyes. The kind of face magazines loved. The kind of face villains probably practiced in mirrors. Power radiated from him effortlessly. Danger too. He didn't look human. He looked carved from stone. Damian Blackwood. For seven years she had imagined this moment. She'd imagined shouting. Accusing. Hating. Instead, her mind went completely blank. His gaze settled on her ID badge. Then on her face.

He growled. Andria spat in his face. Yuri dropped her down so hard, she fell on her ass. Andria cringed as she peered up at him. “I thought the Bratva didn’t abuse women and innocents.” “You are neither a decent woman nor an innocent,” Yuri stated roughly. “It will be easy to get the information we seek as we are not above giving pain when it is needed. You are a thief of life even. Killing Bethany, taking that boy, deserting your own kid and many other dark sins.You have twenty years of misery and a murder to answer for.”

His leather jacket, usually a symbol of his detachment and authority, felt too tight now, suffocating the irrational heat rising up his neck. He wasn't just a man on a machine; he was a beast bound to a purpose he didn't yet fully understand, but one that burned as intensely as the internal combustion of his own bike. Dante Blackwood, the biker who never bowed to anyone, now felt the weight of a bond that respected no hierarchies or human laws, transforming what was once just routine surveillance into an inevitable path toward something far more dangerous and desirable than the shadow of the forest could ever offer.

It was a fighter, a warrior. The leader of the rogues snarled, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "I am Darius Blackmaw. I am the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack." The black wolf did not react. He only shifted, a quiet, silent specter who attacked without warning. He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. He tore through the rogues with brutal efficiency that made my blood curdle. They were no match for him. They were sacrificial lambs to the killing.

he asks. “Yup.” “Then forget it.” “No?” He stares at me like I just reprogrammed his brain with HTML code. “Why didn’t that work?” he mutters. I shrug. “Maybe I’m stubborn.” “That wasn’t stubborn.” His voice returns to normal. “Humans can’t resist alpha command.” “Well,” I say, “Congratulations, I just did.” For a moment he looks almost thrown. Damon Black…yes, the Damon Black, leader of the most feared biker gang, everyone is scared of, actually looks confused.