Nick Fury Black Novels & Stories

I tried keeping my composure, but I think it showed how angry I was on the last part when I raised my voice. “Give me some fucking credit Nick, the Black mafia doesn’t keep morons around. They found out that the British paid them to take the boy and send him to the airport where they were to meet someone and get paid. They did get paid but the one who knows what plane he got on is the one those men took.”

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

Lord Dimitri nodded his head signalling to Alpha Aiden that he will take care of Draven and he should continue his fight with the others. The leader of the Black Fangs Clan, Lord Dimitri and the NightStalkers Clan, Draven NightShade, stood face to face, their eyes locked in a deadly gaze. The Black Fangs leader was a towering figure, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. He held himself with a regal bearing, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intelligence. The NightStalkers leader was shorter, but no less imposing. His eyes were cold and calculating, his movements fluid and deadly.

"The black card? Ethan, why don't you take it out right now? Let's see if the last four digits are 6666." Before he could respond, one of the classmates confirmed it. He had caught a glimpse of it when Ethan swiped it earlier and remembered because the numbers were so distinctive. Ethan pressed his lips together and shot back defensively, "So what? You just happened to see the last four digits." I sighed at his ignorance. "Don't you know black cards can be linked to mobile phones? Is the digital card on my phone fake?" As I spoke, I pulled out my phone and showed everyone the screen with the digital card option clearly displayed.

my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts, "let us welcome the man who will help lead us into this new era. The future Alpha of the United Pack... Adrian Blackwood." The massive oak doors at the end of the hall swung wide with a bang that echoed like a gunshot. Then, he stepped in. Adrian Blackwood walked in like he owned the air in the room. He was young, probably late-twenties, but he carried a darkness that made him look a thousand years old. He was tall, built like a tank but moved with the grace of a jungle cat. He wore a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than a house, but it couldn't hide the raw, lethal power rolling off him in waves. His face was all sharp angles—a jawline

Shinjiro said, ripping the bloody blade free and wiping it on the dead man's jacket. "You're their captain now," Ichiro barked from the shadows. Inside the safehouse, the burner phone vibrated violently. Lina snatched it up. "Talk to me." "The board just reset, Lina," Dominic’s voice came through the speaker, tight and strained. "Ichiro Takahashi just landed in Nova City." Lina grabbed her pen, stabbing the tip into her legal pad as she scrawled the name. "He moves fast." "He doesn't give a shit about our borders," Dominic confirmed. "He just dropped twelve phantom shooters straight into the city grid. They’re running black ops."

The black knights were skilled assassins, killing for them wasn't just a specialty, it was a way of life and unluckily for them, I came prepared. The hum of an engine filled the air as a black van came rolling in, the rear lights shone brightly nearly burning my fucking retinas. The van stopped right in front of me making cold wind hit my skin. I clenched my jaw as I could already tell who would attempt something so stupid— Nickolai.

I asked again. “I’m you.” The voice said. “I’m your wolf. I’m Nyx.” My wolf is a massive black wolf? And I don’t mean just the fur. Her eyes are completely black, the pads of her paws are black, her claws are black. Even her teeth are black. Not from decay either. She is the most solid black wolf I have ever seen. She is more massive and blacker than Aiden’s wolf. This doesn’t make any sense; I’m not an alpha. I thought only alphas got black wolves. “Nyx? How did you get in these chains? How long have you been here?”

“You’re leaving for Italy. Your name stays Jay. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Jay exhaled slowly and accepted the documents. He glanced at the file — photos, notes, mafia profiles. One name stood out: Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi. The mafia boss of Milan, infamous for his ruthlessness, his dominance, and… apparently, his taste in men. The assistant appeared with a small suitcase. “Your things are here. And you’ll need to change your appearance for the mission,” she said.