Gokaiger Black Novels & Stories

“Btw, can I go to sleep? The new toll road is a bit of a drive, isn't it? I'm really sleepy and tired. It's crazy, these last two days of meetings have really drained my brain and energy.” Gadis glanced over and found King adjusting his seat so that it was much lower than usual. Then he took one of the neck supports that Gadis knew exactly which character he had chosen; Black Dragon. Since the appearance of the Black Dragon in the world of cinema, King had never been without those cute black dragon-shaped accessories. “Just sleep. I'm not speeding, really. Take it easy, okay?”

The man stopped with a stifled expression. “Our goal is to destroy anything abnormal, and one of the abnormal things in our world is the Ilgara hybrid.” "You are the group that opposes it." Jongin said understandingly, moving forward: “Does it make sense to you?” He stopped as that man showed his fangs into a sharp, devilish smile. “I am Aleister Black, the exterminator of the Ilgara race, who murdered Prince Gerald and his wife, Lorraine.” His smile widened like a mentally disturbed person.

Naraka Pati was confused. "You think the members of the Bhayangkara army are that weak? A fire like that can't kill me. Why? It's because my body is covered in panther armor that has the hardness of a black diamond. Plus, even your dirty fire rope moves are too easy to cut." Black Tiger stood with his chest puffed out. He stared intently at Naraka Pati. "Then I'll use another dirty trick!" Naraka Pati instantly transformed himself into a fire man.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

The power from the kick knocks both of them unconscious. “You! you are that cripple servant!” The last men in black point at the one who attacked them. And that’s Fatty Pao who’s looking at the last men in black with hostility before smirking. Suddenly a big jaw of a black beast appears behind that man in black and bite at his right arm. “Argggggggh” He screams in agony before the black beast drags him down from the tree before tearing off the arm and chewing before swallowing it before the eye of that man in black that reflect only terror.

I force myself to scan the faces around the table, memorising the monsters I am trapped with. There is Gage, the Red King. He sits perfectly still, his eyes tracking every twitch of my fingers. You cannot lie to him. He spots a fabrication from a mile away. I tried it once, and he nearly tore my throat out for the insult. Beside him is Kaycen, the Black King. He is a weapon in a tailored suit. His line is famous for combat, moving so fast they react to a challenger's strike before the blow is even thrown. Then there is Isac, the Blue King. He is lounging back, a sickening smirk playing on his lips. The rumours say his kind can hold their breath underwater for hours, but right now, he just lo

"Therefore, accept this calamity." "My king, who rules the darkness beneath the earth, shall bring fire to this world and burn all of you traitors to ashes." The black smoke slowly parted and from within it emerged a wolf unlike anything they had ever seen... It was Gargan Noctyrr Noar but he no longer resembled a wolf; his fur had disappeared, dark scales covered his entire body, sharp and dreadful. His eyes burned like living fire, his claws appeared capable of tearing through steel itself. He stood in the center of the battlefield and as the darkness slowly dispersed...

Two shadows entered without a sound or warning. The door closed again. Riko froze. His body suddenly felt cold. He raised his head and saw them. Their gazes were cold and indifferent, like executioners ready to strike at any moment. "Ah...!" The two women almost screamed. But... WHOOSH! Black Garuda moved like lightning, delivering two precise strikes to the backs of their necks. "Uh...!" Their bodies instantly went limp and they passed out. Seeing this, Riko panicked. His hand instinctively reached for the pistol beneath his pillow.

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

a stern voice roared near the western gates. A line of heavy armored trucks, all bearing the obsidian crest of the Blackmoor pack, tore through the iron gates. A dozen high-ranking warriors jumped out, shifting halfway into their beast forms to push back the trembling lower-ranking wolves. Kairo Vale leaped from the lead vehicle, holding the door open with total submission. Gali Blackmoor stepped into the pale light. His heavy leather boots crushed the loose gravel, and his thick winter furs draped over broad, scarred shoulders that leaked pure, terrifying dominance.