Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

"I wonder who's stronger? Him? Or that young man just now?" "I don't care! I'll sleep with whoever wins the fight tonight!" "I'm so glad I came to the right place today!" Black Bjorn was one of the Four Fighters under Benedict, and that certainly meant that he was an extraordinary fighter. Damian had managed to defeat all of his henchmen with ease, but Black Bjorn wasn't scared. On the contrary, he was excited and very amused by it. Black Bjorn cracked his knuckles and wrists, popping his joints as he strode toward Damian with an oppressive presence.

"The headquarters have fallen. It won't take long for the council to crush the others. There's nowhere for me to hide. If I turn myself into the council, they'll throw me in a cell where I'll go through the worst kind of torture and rot for the rest of my life. Death is a better honor than living like that. If you don't kill me, you're being selfish and you only want to see me suffer. " I slapped him. "Stop it. Don't try to gaslight me. Have some dignity and hold your head up. You used to be one of the most important men in this country. Act like a man, Jonas Blackwater. You're a survivor who helped me cheat death, and now it's my turn to help you stay alive. I'm not going to kill you. Get t

Michail looks at me like I have lost my mind. “Homeless people?” he questions, and I hate he is questioning me. “Yes, homeless people or do you see anyone else who could have information here other than them?” he is pissing me off this one, I didn’t become number two by just being able to kill because that is how it works in the Bratva, the more bodies you have the most powerful and feared you become. My body count is just below our leader’s but that is not the only reason I am his number two.

She was always the useful pawn I manipulated from the shadows. And now the whole game was teetering on the edge of collapse. I can’t get caught, especially not now. Dominic Blackwood. The very name made my jaw tighten. The man was dangerous. Ruthless. Respected by the entire valley and its Alphas—not just because of his strength, but because of his damned sense of honor and loyalty. He would come for his mate. He would not stop. I had seen it in his eyes during the last council meeting, when he barely contained his fury.

But why does Black get involved in this? She got up and walked in the direction of the shots with Lafite's protests but she had to be clear about it, what was happening was completely beyond her. If what she thinks is true, then Michaël through his driver has entered into a vendetta against Black to reach Mel because that is her only strength to martyr people. The gunshots stopped and she could see a dozen men on the ground, writhing in pain, some with broken joints. It was horrible to watch as she put her hands to her face in revulsion at the horror of the scene.

The scene outside was chaos. The sunset's golden light revealed at least twenty rogues, their half-shifted forms grotesque in the dying glow. They were filthy, clearly outlaws who'd been living wild for too long, their humanity eroded by isolation and desperation. Alexander shifted partially, his hands elongating into lethal claws while maintaining his ability to use the gun. He fired twice in rapid succession, dropping two rogues before they could even react to our emergence from the vehicle. "Alpha of Blackwood," one of them snarled, a tall, gaunt figure with matted hair. "Your head will fetch a fine price."

"I'm not a good man, Bianca. I'm the leader of a goddamn mafia. I'm not gentle, kind or respectable. I'm a killer. A criminal. That's what I am and I'm not responsible for the picture perfect white collared image you have of me. That's on you. "I have blood on my hands and I have broken bones without a second thought. I have killed, Bianca, do you understand that? I have murdered people that stood in my way and tried to take my city from me. I have gone through every means possible, every dark, deplorable means to maintain my position as Don. I am not a good guy. If you thought I was any different, I am sorry to disappoint you." Bianca's cheeks were red with anger and frustration. She was be

I questioned while cocking my eyebrow up. "No, it's what he does." she stated. Reina's Point of View "It's what he does," I stated with no tone. He looked taken back and confused as if he could have never expected it. "What?" he stammered. I pushed him off of me and sat on the bed avoiding eye contact with him. "The Black Hunter kills the bad people. Yet the cops make him seem like the bad person. He kills rapists, abusers, sexual offenders etc." "How do you know that?"

The Alpha begins to say having to spit out a little blood that was forming in his mouth from the punch, but now I couldn’t stop the anger which pulsed through me slightly, Tristan is anything but a traitor. “From where I am standing Alpha Stephen, Tristan Black is far from being a traitor, he engaged in a fight to protect his little sister from your repulsive son which trapped her and attempted to rape her. I only view Tristan as a hero and as King, I am never wrong.” Sebastian was quick to correct Stephen on some of the facts that he had neglected to mention, while whispers could be heard from the pack members around, most were shocked in a sense staring over at me while some looked at me w

Lunara Blackthorne. I've never heard these names before, but something about them makes my wolf howl with recognition. Like she's been waiting her whole life to hear them spoken. I pull out my phone and start searching. The internet is full of information about Alexander Blackthorne, but none of it tells the whole story. He was an Alpha, that much is clear. But the articles call him disgraced, a rebel who challenged the council's authority. The more I read, the more I understand. He wasn't a criminal. He was a reformer who tried to change a corrupt system. A man who spoke out against the abuse of power. Who died because he refused to bow to tyrants.