Nick Fury Black Novels & Stories

I jump when I see him. Prime Alpha Nikolai Blackwell. And he looks grim. Deadly eyes of his rolls down to size me up, face flat and expressionless, and his hair covers a large part of his forehead. And he's shirtless. He's sweating. He must have been exercising. I swallow a large lump that hurts my throat. My thoughts spiral. He's exquisite, wearing a grey pant that reveals his packed bulge. His bare chest carries a dark ink, spreading from his chest down to his spine and to his back. A large tattoo of a wolf!

Each of them formidable alphas from packs with unique abilities and legacies. Caius Knight Black of the Nightshade Pack was a tall man with long, sleek black hair that framed his chiseled face. His eyes were a piercing silver, sharp and calculating, often concealed under the shadow of his brow. The Nightshade Pack was known for their mastery over shadows and stealth, and Caius embodied that secrecy and quiet danger. His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace.

He was not a hulking mass of muscle, but rather, a refined piece of war that had the exact amount of flesh to do the job. "Dominique Foe Yatra. Also known as 'Black Panther' for the nobles and those willing to bring pain to the irregulars. I can't think of a better moment to reveal to the world of adventurers that the silver-ranked lone wolf was actually you the whole time. But if I'm being honest, Black Knife only fits you with the mask on, so I recommend you stay with the new nickname"

"That must be a great sight to behold." "Yes it was! The man's back was widely open and not only did I see his stomach where food enters and leave, I also saw his heart. My sister! I saw his heart. It was lifeless. Honestly, it was not beating at all and it was black," Nnamaka said, she was not smiling again. "When I saw his black heart, I moved away from him. It would only take a very powerful evil diviner to have such a darkened heart." "Don't be offended by my curiosity. How do you know that he is a diviner?"

It was a fighter, a warrior. The leader of the rogues snarled, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "I am Darius Blackmaw. I am the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack." The black wolf did not react. He only shifted, a quiet, silent specter who attacked without warning. He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. He tore through the rogues with brutal efficiency that made my blood curdle. They were no match for him. They were sacrificial lambs to the killing.

Five years ago, Damian Tucker, a 28-year-old Black man with blue eyes and short black hair styled in an Afro cut, sat in his office chair on the fifth floor of a magnificent five-story building. He had several tattoos: an eagle on his right arm, a cross on his left arm, and two women tattooed on his right chest. Damian was a mafia boss, respected and feared in his territory. He ruled the secret mafia world and underground cartel in North Haven. Inside his office, wearing a black suit, he sat behind his desk, working on his laptop to check his online businesses.

I walk to the door, ready to curse someone out, but when I open the door, I’m shocked to see who is on the other side. “What the hell are you doing here, Nick,” I ask, totally annoyed that he is here. He is looking at me like a predator looks at his prey, his eye changing color from blue to gold, showing his wolf fighting for control. His eyes return to normal, meaning he sent his wolf to the back of his mind. “What do you want Nick?” I ask and cross my hands. He turns around and locks the door. What the hell? I think to myself. What is he doing?

Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk. He wore nerd glasses and he had a tattoo sleeve on his left arm. He is the one that does all the underground jobs and the hacking. According to Jake,he could hack into every bank in the country but that will only attract the attention of the FBI,so he only hacked into big organizations,siphoning their money and transferring all of it into a reserved account handled by an associate. Black Ace,the second tallest and biggest guy in the clique. Black American,7ft 1inch tall,bald headed with tattoos all over his two arms,his neck and his left cheek.

His name is Cody Bradford, the Black Void's henchman. One of the evils that still haunts my present nightmares.