Nick Fury Black Novels & Stories

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

His puzzled eyes narrowed and he pinned her on the bed. Robert's mind reeled as Izzy's accusations echoed in his head. Each word she spat at him was like a dagger, piercing through the cold armor he had spent years building. The name "Black Panther" hung in the air, heavy with implications. He was no stranger to the nickname, but hearing it from her, laced with such venom and pain, twisted something deep inside him. It was a truth, he can't deny. He was indeed the Black Panther but he never ordered his men to kill her family.

I'm trying not to send him any signals right now. I kept praying to the Moon Goddess. Hoping Black doesn't see me here and leaves soon. Things will get worse if Black sees me in this state. There are many wounds on my body and now I'm only wearing underwear. "Black, Beta is calling you." Jaena's words made Black's footsteps stop. "What's wrong?" Black sounded agitated. "They say your brother Nigel is coming. You were told to welcome him." "Arghhh ... damn it!" Black's voice turned angry. He slammed something into the ground causing a loud thud. Then, their clattering steps could be heard moving away.

Titus Blackwood. Alpha Titus Blackwood of the Venom Fang Pack is mated to my sister, Destinee Shaw. Well, I say sister. Her wolf is the wolf of my twin sister, Selene, the Moon Goddess. So that makes Destinee my sister fucked up, I know. But it makes sense to us.

I shook my head at their inexplicable hostility, so close to facepalming. “I was busy following orders…” Laycon shot back, eyes hard, “Unlike you, who goes against them.” “I'm going against them for the good of the world and to avoid blood shed,” Black snapped, slapping his palms on the desk as he sprung to his feet, “Better than you who has no thoughts of his own other than following his Alpha around like a lost puppy.” “You’re a rat and I'm a wolf, that's why we work in different ways.” Laycon shot back and Black’s eyes flashed with rage as he sprung forward.

his voice dripped with malicious curiosity. Shock went through Ivan's body, and his heart pounded against his chest. "What have you done to her?" he demanded, his fear mingling with a fierce protectiveness. The scars of Black's past doings against his family still haunted him, never allowing forgiveness to take root. Mocking laughter echoed through the phone once again. "Don't worry, it's not the same as your parents this time, young man," Black retorted, his tone seething with sadistic satisfaction. "I merely wish to have a little chat. Find me when you have time, Mr. Busy Man!"

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Aaron sat on the elegant chair and rested his right leg on his left knee, and his left leg was tapping the floor, showing his anxiety. "The Black Panther mafia..." Luis hardly uttered, lying on the floor and feeling the cold. Aaron's coldness was bigger than the cold weather. Now, Luis realized that he had messed up with Aaron Black, the capo of the Balck Panther Mafia. The king of all mafia groups. He had only heard that The Black Panther mafia capo is the cruelest person, and his punishments are unbearable. Even Mafia people were scared of making offense against the Black Panther group. Angad smirked, "Yes. You messed up with the wrong person, dude."

Daphne was feeling so weak she could barely tilt her head to talk much of questioning Black at the moment. He noticed the five fingers on her face like she was slapped and he looked over at the men trembling with anger boiling so hot within him. “Who touched you?” Black asked. Daphne shut her eyes for a while, recollecting the stress and suffering she went through tonight. “I don’t know...” she sobs. “It’s okay sweetheart, if you don’t know then they die,” Black said. The bad men that kidnapped Daphne already recognized the logo of the new men’s shirt to be the ‘Black Blood’— The most powerful mafia in the country and now they are fucked.