Nick Fury Black Novels & Stories

Alpha Remington asked. "I'm calling the pack The Black Vendetta," Logan replies. I'm impressed, could you tell me why you chose that name? Alpha Remington question. “The reason is, if I meet Alpha Black again,” Logan announced, “I want that SOB to experience the full meaning of The Black Vendettas. I will unleash brutal suffering upon him as retribution for his actions He going to wish that he was dead” Alpha Remington noticed that Logan eyes were black, by being an Alpha he can feel the energy because he felt the same way when his mate was kill.

"Why would he call now? '' Alex asked himself as she left the board room to go into his office so he could place a call back to the Mafia Lord. As Alex got to his office he closed the door behind him and two of his bodyguards stayed at the door to guard it while the rest of the bodyguards were outside. After sitting on the couch in his office he took out his phone from his pocket and called back Mr Black the mafia lord that had called him while he was at the meeting. "Hello, Mr black" Alex said from the end of his phone his voice filled with authority and at the same time humility. "How have you been Alex?" Mr Black asked. Mr Black was one of the most feared mafia in their kingdom he was kno

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

I gasped through a giggle. "And Josh Nelson," she continued, "he's the enigmatic, bad-boy type, always in black—and have I mentioned hawt?—coming in at twenty-nine. Rumors circulate that he’s affiliated with gangs, mafia and all that, but there’s never been any proof." "Enigmatic, clad in black, those two are correct. The bad-boy part I don't know about.”

he yells. I shake my head. "Like you'd leave without me!" I see him smile his goofy smile. He's missing four teeth in the front and has two silver teeth in the back. His greying hair is tied clumsily behind a dirty and worn down green bandana, making him look like a crazy old man. He may look crazy, and is crazy, but he has the biggest heart out of anyone. He's treated Nate and I like his very own children for years now. Ever since our first captain, Black Blood, was fatally injured during an on-going war and in his last dying breath named Nate the new captain. Black Blood took us to be his very own children since he never had any of his own. The memory of him brought tears in my eyes but I

I say sternly looking at Nickolai who chuckles, finally loosening up a little. The double doors fling open and two big muscular men stroll out looking around like they are some pop star’s bodyguards. I almost half expected them to touch their ears and give them all clear. But they don’t. A tall, lean man steps out and offers us a tight-lipped smile, reaching for Nickolai’s hand to shake it. “Alpha Nickolai, I am Spencer. The beta of Black Night pack.” “I’m not alpha yet, Spencer. Please call me Nickolai.” He says taking Spencer’s hand in his own and giving it a firm shake.

Black The Origin Chapter 12: Revenge Alkhun has drawn his sword. Pointing it in the direction of the powerful man in the guild. "Are you doing this to show off?" Nerom tilted his head. He seems annoyed, but if he won't intervene. Alkhun knew none of it meant. "Defeat him, Hezekiah!" "Prove to him, who is boss here!" "You're famous, huh?" Alkhun has put his stance. It has differed from before as Luther had taught him.

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

“You can keep this charade up, but you and I both know you don’t have the upper hand here. Not for long.” Nick’s eyes glittered with malice. “I could keep this up for a lifetime. Elizabeth? She’s never coming back to you. And every day you spend searching for her is a day she suffers. Think about that, Black. Every day.” That was it. Mr. Black felt his control snap. Without thinking, he surged forward, grabbing Nick by the front of his shirt, pulling him up to his feet. He forced him back against the wall, pinning him there with one hand, his other clenching into a fist at his side. His jaw was set, his gaze burning into Nick’s with a fury he rarely let anyone see.

he asks. “Yup.” “Then forget it.” “No?” He stares at me like I just reprogrammed his brain with HTML code. “Why didn’t that work?” he mutters. I shrug. “Maybe I’m stubborn.” “That wasn’t stubborn.” His voice returns to normal. “Humans can’t resist alpha command.” “Well,” I say, “Congratulations, I just did.” For a moment he looks almost thrown. Damon Black…yes, the Damon Black, leader of the most feared biker gang, everyone is scared of, actually looks confused.