Black Sasuke Novels & Stories

Why did they make such an assumption? Black Saga was a Predator from Asher City, as such the citizens knew who he was. He wasn’t any ordinary Predator; he was a powerful Tiger with a resounding reputation. As such the citizens were excited when they learnt that he would be leading a team in the Grand Tourney. To them, it was the right response from Asher City which had lost its crown to the reigning Champions, the Indigo Team. So when such a man stated that a Tiger Cub like Vital Orange had the capability to injure him, it was seen as humility, and it made the people love him even more. But now they realized that they were wrong. Black Saga wasn’t being humble, he was being downright sincere

“Master, Tyr Summers has arrived.” Seeing Tyr rowing his boat with a bamboo pole, Black Reaper and White Reaper felt nothing but disdain. “Is he mentally unsound? He looks just like a monkey performing tricks. Kirin Summers suddenly stood up and turned toward Black Reaper, and slapped him. Black Reaper looked at him in shock, confused at what he had just said. “He is my brother from a different mother but the same father, and you said he looks like a monkey?” Black Reaper’s expression changed abruptly and hurriedly apologized. He had no idea what Kirin was getting at. He could insult Tyr however much he wanted but did not allow others to do the same.

Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes. While running away from the Cerberus, Suyi suddenly slipped and hit her head on the trunk of a tree making her already staggering vision more unstable. The beast quickly stood in front of her with its mouth open, ready to devour her. Closing her eyes, Suyi grabbed the hilt of her sword and stabbed the creature before her before she fainted. Bob immediately vanished and appeared before the injured beast, his half silver and half black hair that was as silky as silver threads swayed along with the cold wind while his

He noticed the crystal on its forehead briefly gleamed and shined after it healed itself. A while ago, its body had already been bathed with its own blood of muddy black color from all the wounds it took. Yet now, it completely returned to its original color, like nothing happened in the first place. Feeling suspicious, Yman knitted his brows. Although he was not sure, he could still remember some of his teacher's teachings. He said that the monster with '+' on their rank tend to have a crazy mode that will be triggered when the monster's health points dropped at a certain percentage.

They were all filled with laughter and joy, acknowledging Sasha as a criminal. Kyle, on the other hand, was standing firm with his sword dripping with blood. I could see the grin on his face as Ryu scouted the area for the next personal assistant. “Miss Samantha over here shall now take charge as my personal assistant.” I rose up, walking towards Ryu with clenched fists. I was going to kill him and bring his head back home as a gift to my father. He was going to get it—a taste of his own medicine. “Miss Samantha, are you alright?” Ryu asked, taking my hand in his.

He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.

Jason becoming curious went up to Jerry and reached out- "Whatcha watching?" he said before swiping the phone from Jack's hand startling him. "Hey don....!" Jerry screeched while helplessly trying to take back the phone when... "Sasuke-san I love you!" a cute blonde with whiskers and blue eyes with a white shirt and black jeans said with a goofy smile on his face while straddling and pulling the tie of a hot black-haired suit-clad man with black eyes. The black haired smirked before slightly licking the blonde at the ears making him flush red and said-

"Introduce yourself!" he ordered. I shook my head and gestured to the camera. "No video! No VIDEO, you cock- sucker! NO FUCKING VIDEO-M The backhand across my mouth was so brutal it shut me up by force of the blow. He barked another order at the one with the video camera, who aimed the lens at my tags and read in halting English: "Blackstone, E. SAS. Captain. Two nine one five zero one." He started toward me again, and this time he pulled a khukuri out of its sheath. The blade was curved and finely honed. Even in my drug weakened ability to react to what was coming, I could see the tool was well prepared for the job it was about to do. I thought of my mum. I'd wanted her all my life and now

I watch from a distance sipping my drink as they do business after a while the men in Black suit walk out of the club and Rainal was back to his little slut, smoking and drinking as well. Before I could stand up to join them another voice stop me making me groaned but I actually didn't show it up to whosever own the voice. "Hey." I heard from behind me and when I looked up, it was an unfamiliar guy. He had dark skin and dreadlocks that were neatly braided on his head. His eyes were light brown and he was of average height. "Hi." I smiled and he sipped his drink. "I'm trying to get away from some idiots. Mind if I crash here?" He asked with a heavy accent.

"This ends now!" "I think not!" Sasaki lowered his sword. His face changed. He removed his helm. The opponent did as well. Sasaki looked at him. He had a smile on his face. The opponent removed his armor. His chainmail shirt danced with his movement. Sasaki did the same; he was much faster in chainmail. His opponent had a main of black hair that hung past his shoulders. His face had a full beard; his features were that of a noble. His eyes were the same as Sasaki's, the eyes of a man that has seen death first hand.