Goten Black Novels & Stories

"Who told your stupid brain that his Porsche was borrowed from another pack? My own eyes saw his hand buy that supreme ride today with cash resources." Noah Raeken's jaw drops straight down to the floorboards in pure shock. "His hand bought it? How does a gold-digging young healer like his skin have hundreds of thousands of pack resources lying around his den?" The previous joy inside his chest vanishes instantly, replaced by a burning, hot envy that makes his inner wolf growl. Meanwhile, over in the Blackfang Wastelands territory core, Gerard Blackfang had not closed his eyes to sleep for two days straight because of his son's dying body. Just then, his trusted beta wolf rushes straight int

he said sneeringly, “But one thing is sure—you disgust me, Silver.” I turned to Amelia, a cold smirk tugged at her lips was unreadable as though her schemes under her sleeves were going well—to get Volvo for herself. Volvo Blackwood—An Alpha-blooded. Towering. Battle-scarred being. “Just leave.” ********** He stood close to the riverbank in nothing but black training trousers, his back shinning with sweat streaming down his skin. His shoulders were broad, tense. His silver eyes caught the moonlight, making him look like something carved from stone.

Bound in silver chains, bleeding heavily from deep claw marks across his chest, was Garron Stormriven—my father. Standing behind him, holding a silver blade pressed against my father's throat, was Tristan Blackmoor. Tristan looked directly into the camera lens, a sick, cruel smile stretching across his face as his voice echoed through the Varkane terminal speakers: "Hello, my darling little omega rogue. If you don't surrender yourself to the Blackmoor Pack House by tomorrow's full moon, I'm going to skin your father alive and send his head to Lucien Varkane in a box."

Bang! Bang! Both the guards fell to the ground. A black figure stood beside Gon. He was wearing a black mask and black cap, so no one could see his face. But Gon knew… who was standing beside him. It was difficult for him to digest the fact… Together, they both took down each guard one by one. Gon was surprised by the black figure’s mercilessness and on the other hand, Lee Kang Jun wasn’t less amused by seeing Gon’s swift and smooth fighting skills. If possible, he wanted him to join his team.

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

What I can see down below is a group of men walking back and forth the whole supposed territory of theirs. They all have one thing in common though despite their lack of features and recognition. And that thing was their black outfits with went with a black facial mask only giving out their eyes. If I can see clearly. “Yes,” Leonard whispers as he responds to my question, “those men over there are the Black Lotus. Highly skilled professionals in combat and warriors trained to kill. They are rumored to have supernatural abilities beyond our comprehension but we cannot affirm that yet due to fewer encounters with them,”

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.

In the blink of an eye, it exploded into pieces and fell to the ground. But obviously, it was not dead yet. This skeleton was nothing more than a golem of the master of Dod God Mountain. It existed in the form of a dead soul. Black Qi slowly gushed out from the broken bones on the ground. The black Qi floated in midair and rapidly condensed. A moment later, a wriggling black shadow appeared in front of Caspian, about the height of a man. A pair of long fangs and scarlet eyes could be vaguely seen in the black shadow.

the informant said. “He is up to it again” detective Garrett said. “What do you mean? What does he want to do with orphaned kids?” the informant asked. “He is going to test his drugs on them again” detective Garrett said. “My goodness” the informant exclaimed. “Keep tracking him and notify me of any news, no matter how little. I will try to figure out the orphanages these kids are missing from” detective Garrett said. Mr Blackwood is seen with one of the pharmacists dressed in a white lab coat in the new lab he already built to refine his GB-3 into something more valuable for him.

Xander- black ? Black- he killed them all, those who he found at least. Xander- how many do you have with you? Black- 300, with weapons and armor.. you know his headed to jordan next right? Xander- yes, how's blue ? Black- getting bigger, but alright. Xander- oh. Black- I heard about Lori, I am sorry for what happened. No one should ever go through anything like that... Xander- jeah, well it's done now.