Nick Fury Black Novels & Stories

Yet I was so mad right now I began to shake. “I, Knight Orion Blackwell,” he started chanting, which confused me even more. “Alpha of White Moon Pack, reject you, Nirvana—” “I wanna chop your head off and use it as a soccer ball because right now I’m infuriated at you, you weirdo, arrogant, selfish son of a bitch!”

Finn looked toward his Alpha for confirmation. Brodi fought the urge to growl. He didn't recognize their scents so they could only be from the Blackfoot Pack. "Killian! This must be where his pack holed up. I will kill him where he stands if he has anything to do with this." Finn sent two of his patrol around to flank the guards ahead so they could not escape to warn the rest of the Blackfoot Pack. Once they advised him they were in position, Brodi, Finn and two more of his team trotted up the path. The men jumped out of the trees and pointed weapons at them just as they had expected. Brodi's deep, rumbling growl made every hair on the men's bodies stand at attention. Brodi pushed his Alpha

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.

The line goes dead. Robert Black is the founder of the Raging Fire Motorcycle club. He is four years older than me and we met when I was still a teenager. He was trying to rob me of my watch when I asked him if robbing someone younger than him was something to be proud of. He didn't like being called out and as you can imagine he tried fighting me. I made him a deal, I give him the means to leave the streets and he stops robbing people. And as usual with stubborn people he refused until he said that he'd rather owe me a favor for whenever I needed something. We don't keep In touch that much but I head he runs a tight ship and since that day he has called me his brother. He is actually the on

Werewolves don't not put their lives at risk to save humans, but without any hesitation or prior warning, my whole pack fought for their Luna. Man after man, after man, Black tore them to shreds. How dare they try to attack the Luna? Anger pumped through our veins and Black to spoke to me in anger. "This is all your fault." "You have gone soft." "Look at you trying to show mercy to the merciless, now SEE WHERE WE ARE BECAUSE OF YOU." He boomed "Kill them all I say, as you should have done in the first place."

"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.

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.

"God... What's that?!" The bad feeling only got stronger. The cars stopped by the building entrance. The guards got out of the cars. The majority of them were huge, with tattoos and sunglasses. They looked horrifying, true mafia men! Then one of them opened the door of the fanciest black car, and he got out: Black Jack, the mafia big boss.