Nick Fury Black Novels & Stories

But Nicola’s attention wasn’t on the game - it was on the three figures commanding the field. The Blackstone triplets. Damien, Dylan, and Dean Blackstone were the epitome of Alpha perfection. The pack’s pride and joy, they embodied everything Nicola wasn’t: popular, admired, powerful. Their presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore. Damien, the quarterback, stood at the center of it all. His commanding voice cut through the chaos of the game, barking orders to his teammates with a precision that demanded obedience. His piercing blue eyes scanned the field with a focus that left no room for error, his dark hair tousled in a way that looked effortless.

How dare he, a common beta to an Alpha, stand against my own beta, a beta to the Alpha King, and even stand fiercely in my presence instead of having his head lowered. “I am Gianni Blackfur, the beta of the Alpha king of the whole werewolf world and Alpha of the Bluemoon pack. How dare you, the beta of the dusk pack stand head to head against me. I command you now, lower your head!” Gianni yelled, making the atmosphere tense.

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?”

My hands curled into fists at my sides. His eyes dropped to my bandaged arm, and his grin widened. “I have to say, I’m surprised to see you still using that arm.” His expression darkened slightly, a cruel gleam in his eyes. “I was certain I broke all those damn bones.” A low growl rumbled in my throat, my body tensing. “You’re insane, Thanos.” Thanos tilted his head as if considering the statement. “And yet, here I stand.” I took a step forward. “What the hell are you doing in Blackwood pack? You already took what you wanted. You got the title of Alpha. What more do you want?”

Nico retorted. “Tell us your name, your pack, and why did you go feral?” If we keep him inside our sanctuary, we should at least be sure that he will not attack any of us anytime soon. Or, we can just pump some silver into his veins. He scowls after drinking the tea in one go, then ruefully shakes his head. “My name is Sebastian Black, and you can call me Seb. I’m afraid I cannot tell you more than that,” he declared.”

Black could protect his own daughter, but my need to guard my mate was in my blood. Mr. Black is a wildlife monitor, but he is also part of our pack in a way. Mr. Black is part of all the packs in the country. I’m pretty sure Evelyn has no clue. I have only heard the stories about why he left, but he did it to protect his family.

''You're getting really good at this Sky'' Connor admonished. He was introduced to me as the Beta of the Gruffslitter pack. Damian's pack. ''Thanks, Connor'' The training begun a few weeks ago and now I already know everything I need to know thanks to Christian and Connor by the way. Since Connor is full wolf he needed a vampire to help him understand what he would be dealing with in the course of our training. I must say they make a very good team.

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

I'm not surprised. Killian Black isn't like every other wealthy bachelor in the city. I might dislike the man for no reason in particular, except he's a genuine asshole and a dick bag, but he's fine to the eyes. Killian Black is hot, sexy. He's that type of man you just can't get enough of by just staring at him. He's good looking, too attractive and that just seems to annoy me. He's an arrogant son of a bitch. I first encountered him the day he threatened to fire Keiran for nearly spilling a bottle of Scotch on him, and then he fired Kelly, Keiran's twin older brother, because he did a poor job of serving him his drink. I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before.

The arrival of the cops and medical personnel into the ward was greeted by the bright light that poured across the ward revealing the killer's signature boldly scribbled across the walls in blood lettering: ''I Am Fury. The graffiti was not new to the cops but, this time, it's conspicuous appearance on the Ward's wall caught attention in a differently horrific way that baffled the cops and struck fear amongst the them. More horrific and gorier was Natasha's lifeless body which was found bleeding profusely still. The cops froze to a spot in utter shock while the medical team, led by Dr. Leah, rushed to the rescue of the lifeless Natasha sprawling across the floor. ''We've got an intruder. It'