Black Theodore Novels & Stories

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.

“That’s impossible!” “But why? It’s normal, no? I just asked him about the mission and he explained everything to me.” I shrug. “Keira.” Jayden places his hand on my shoulder, “When I told you that the Black Tiger doesn’t talk to anyone, I meant it. He never exchanged words with any of us, we don’t even know what his voice sounds like.” I raise an eyebrow and look at them nod. I laugh and run my fingers through my dark hair, “I guess I gave him no choice then.”

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

I chose one of my black suits, and while I was wearing my dress shirt, a knock interrupted me. “Come in.” Theodore entered and closed the door. “Sir Gabriel, we are ready to move,” he said calmly. “Just give me a couple of minutes,” I said after dressing properly. I headed to my office to check on something, and Theo followed silently. After a while, I felt his eyes on me, and without looking, I asked him. “What is troubling you, Sergey?” Theodore or Sergey, that was his real name, is a very intimidating man with his hulking body. He is taller than me, his muscles are bulking everywhere, and his blue glacial eyes are more intimidating than his physical appearance could ever be.

We have been receiving threats from other ambitious alphas wanting to come and claim the king's seat. I am not about letting anyone take what rightfully belongs to me, to Richard my son. That is the only reason I had not killed that useless fool. Should anything thing happen to the king before I complete the rituals, then we are doomed. Richard left reluctantly slamming the door behind him, after giving a final suspicious look from Black to me, "I heard you were worried," Black said as he walked casually around the office. Black has very strong and intimidating personality traits. He is tall with even-toned abs that have been heavily adorned in tattoos. every nerve in his body seems to flex

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

A man wearing a black tailcoat was walking steadily. He was walking towards a person sitting on a bronze chair with an eccentric design. The person was sitting while levering one of his legs on top of the other. And levering his right fist below his chin. On his face, was a mask with eyes. When the man arrived near that person, he downed on his knee and said: "My lord, looks like the Tadpole finally arrived in this place." Said the man in a tailcoat in a voice that full of respect towards the sitting person.

Theodore was almost halfway to the Casino Arielle's father owned, he was driving a black Lexus. He was clad in all black clutching tightly to the stirring wheel of the black Lexus, his eyes were glued to the night street. It was probably 9pm, the streets were still alive as people and cars roamed the streets, a mini hold up kept him from intentionally driving past a few traffic lights and getting to Arielle's quicker. Theodore replayed Delilah's and his conversation they had a few days ago except he imagined they had the conversation in his car, the moment he made a stop at a traffic lights the voice in his head kept asking,

Everything is like a giant black T.b.c

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.