Black Protagonist Novels & Stories

Always emerged pristine, their honor intact, their moral compass unwavering. Yet here he stood—cast as the Black Knight in someone else’s story, a villain made from necessity. There would be no riding off into the sunset. No clean ending. No dramatic redemption thatmight make the hurt worth something. Only this room, with its suffocating silence. Only these eyes watching him. Only the person behind him breaking because of what he had done. Bruno bowed his head, the movement slow and weighted—as if the gesture could somehow shield Naska from the brutal truth. His bangs fell further forward, swallowing his face. The last and only armor he had left.

the man assured him. "A life for a life," Ethan growled through clenched teeth. The men around him nodded in silent agreement. "You got everything we needed from him? I want every piece of information that bastard has," Lucas asked, his gaze never leaving the unconscious criminal. "Yes, sir. We have everything. He was stubborn at first, but we got what we wanted in the end," the man replied with a satisfied smirk. "So, no one would come looking for him if he suddenly disappeared? No relatives, no friends... basically a parasite living off society," Darvid remarked casually, studying the battered man with dark amusement.

Kairo has a reputation for being a satan. "Miller, you don't know Kairo Bianchi like I do. If he targets someone, he will not stop until he buries them. No matter what you are planning, you are messing with the wrong man. He is Lucifer's incarnation. You are as good as dead anyway" he muttered. He saw how ruthless and sharp the Bianchi man was. He did not become a boss at a young age for nothing. He earned that reputation by instilling fear in his men. Miller laughed sarcastically.

The serpent-tattooed leader looked up through the grime, clutching his shattered wrist, his teeth chattering so violently he nearly bit his tongue. The man they had just mocked as an ordinary billionaire radiated a ruthless, monstrous authority that paralyzed their nerves. "N-No..." the hitman stammered, his bladder letting go into the mud. "Mr. Blackthorn... wait! Please! It was just a contract! We were just hired guns! Have mercy... it was just business!" Deep behind Zayden’s ribs, Night tore violently through his mental barriers, snarling with savage, unchained bloodlust: THEY MOCKED OUR QUEEN'S BLOOD. SLAUGHTER EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM.

Christian I know that you are a reputable man and one with many businesses and I know that if you found yourself in the situation that I’m in now I know you would never hesitate to change plans so don’t give me that look because I changed my mind. I smiled at him as I walked forwards ignoring the two men beside him. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were working for him. The bastard thinks that sabotaging me was going to help but I am Christian Blackwood and I would always be three steps ahead. Don ,I began as I slid my hands down on his neatly tailored suit. You shouldn’t have gone against me. I might not be a leader of the mafia , but we both know that I would ruin you.

Sophia told herself she didn’t mind. But she knew she was lying. Especially when it came to them. The Rossi brothers. Marco, Dante, and Luca. Three biological brothers who had somehow ended up in the same maximum-security prison after a violent organized crime case that still made headlines. They were legends in Blackthorn — feared, respected, and untouchable in their own way. Marco (34) was the oldest and the leader, broad-shouldered with cold green eyes and a scar running through his left eyebrow. Dante (31) was quieter, more calculating, with sharp cheekbones and tattoos crawling up his neck. Luca (28) was the youngest and the most unpredictable, with an easy smirk that never quite reache

He didn’t deserve me anyway. As I neared the altar, I finally let myself look up. And forgot how to breathe. Nate Blackthorne stood waiting. Tall, easily six-four. Broad shoulders that stretched his black suit. Dark hair swept back from a face that could have been carved from stone. Sharp cheekbones and strong jaw. A mouth that looked like it rarely smiled. He looked like death personified. Beautiful and terrible. But it was his eyes that made my steps falter. Pale blue, like winter frost and was fixed entirely on me.

It meant I have all the best people around me to pull me up if I lost all hope - my workers, Cora, Sebastian. But amidst all the happiness and excitement, there was still a lingering sadness within me, caused by Tyler fucking Blackwood. I saw his true colour now, to the world, he lives under the pretense of a formidable, easy going business man, but really, he was a blackmailer, a fraud, a sex fiend and the most horrible man I ever met in my entire life.

“Or are you just that stupid you can’t---!” Damn, this man was never going to let me finish an insult! My rib broke under the onslaught of blows, and I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. But still, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed… I mean--- This was THE Blackwood Pack! The biggest and strongest pack in the south, with so much money they could use it like freaking toilet paper! Alpha Christian Blackwood was infamous for how he led his pack with an iron fist, and he was rumored to be absolutely ruthless and a coldhearted bastard. But I must say, that if everything he’d done to me so far was his worse…

The same set of rogues attacking surged into my room with someone who looked like their leader. I couldn't understand this. I turned to look at Bob and saw the same confusion on his face. Antonio? I froze in complete shock. I knew him. He had a very fierce past that I didn't even want to think about. Antonio, a fierce Alpha who had gone rogue after being banished faced me with with his scarred face and a cruel grin. This man was a monster, more beast than man. Could he be the one who had led the attack on the black pool pack? I thought.