Nick Fury Black Novels & Stories

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M

"Ha ha, my calculations are indeed correct. Although your strength is close to the infinite Emperor Venerable, in the end it is not Emperor Venerable. This, killing you, I am very sure of." This mysterious man in black laughed at this moment, the next moment his body moved again, walking straight in front of Tadhg Walter, his fists were like rain, like heavy hammers, madly bombarding Tadhg Walter's entire body close! Tadhg Walter's eyes were also condensed, his hands became fists, and he began to fight with the black man. The dull and dull appeared one after another, no earth-shattering force leaked out, just the entire world of resentment, endless cracks appeared at this moment, it seemed l

Near him, two men sat in tense silence—Rafael and Mosby, looking tense. Meanwhile, standing beside them was a young man dressed in black from head to toe, with long, dreadlocked hair tied back. He had a black snake tattooed across his face. This was Black Viper, Grand Viper's other most trusted enforcer. He and White Viper had been Grand Viper's fangs—until now. Now, one of those fangs lay dead before him. "Sir, please… You have to avenge White Viper and slaughter everyone connected to the Wrights—burn their whole damn legacy to the ground!" Black Viper hissed, his voice hoarse with grief as he knelt beside the corpse, cradling her body.

Vicky's eyes were staring at her as he had a bad premonition in his heart. "Arjun is Lucifer and I'm a black shadow. the whole mafia world shakes from a mere mention of our code names. I'm a well-trained fighter now, Vicky. No one knows about this except me, my grandfather my trainers, and yeah my colleagues too. So goodbye! Have a great journey", She said but she told him the half-truth and half lie.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I nearly dropped the tissue. A guy leaned casually against the locker beside mine, like hallways had never made him nervous a day in his life. Brown curls. A hockey jacket hanging carelessly over his uniform like rules was more of a suggestion to him. Friendly eyes that actually reached his smile—which immediately made him the rarest thing I’d encountered at Blackthorn Elite all day. “I’ve had better,” I admitted carefully. His gaze flicked to my locker, and something crossed his face. “They started early.” “They?”

The Alpha of the Blackstone Pack? Alpha Ronan?

Not the name or the adoption certificate or even the plasma abilities. But the willingness to stand between innocent people and danger. To fight when necessary. To lead when no one else would. That's what made someone Blackwood. And today—in this scorched courtyard, surrounded by people who'd survived because we'd refused to give up—I'd proven I was exactly that. Shawn Blackwood. Seventeen years old, werewitch, plasma manipulator. Brother. Nephew. Packmate. Leader. It was terrifying and overwhelming and absolutely insane.