Saving The Blackened Male Protagonists Novels & Stories

Sarah reassures herself, since she could tell no one about her personal heartaches, although they treat each other like family. Days passed by and it’s the first day of the month this time. The headquarters usually take all the first days of the month as their rest day… although the enemy could not afford to rest. They are always on the go to their evil plans. Realistically, humans are humans. They have mortal bodies that need to be cared for. In search of Mr. Black conducting also his own scheming acts and despicable research studies, he has also revealed to the humanoids that one of the greatest vulnerability of humans is when they are overfatigued. “Pity are those who never take off of wo

Black finished what he was doing first before turning to him, his dark eyes staring right back into his. "I am who you don't wanna know. Because if I do tell you who I am, then you must die. Do you still want to know?" He started to move towards him, like a predator, and stepped slowly like a snail. Not even hurrying to his prey, as if he was sure he won't get anywhere even if he were to run. "Stop moving or I'll shoot!" he warned, gripping his gun tightly. Black continued to walk as if he didn't even understand his language at all. "I said to stop moving!" He was tempted and panicking when he didn't listen and just kept walking. He released a shot, Black sidestepped it. His speed so fast th

“And feral men stop thinking.” I walked toward the door. “We need him thinking,” I added. “Desperate. Cornered. Weak.” Because when Damian Blackwood breaks… The fall will be spectacular. And Elena? She will finally understand why men like us never love without consequences.

But it granted a vulnerability my opponent didn’t predict: I could see it happen. The crack of rattan on flesh is loud in a way that brings my perception of the world back into real time. Light, both white and blue, erupts at the point of contact: piercing the darkness. An unholy wail meets my ears as the dark thing unravels as it is flung off my opponent’s shoulders, dissolving into motes of black that evaporate in the morning sun. For one moment, our eyes meet, and I see that he looks off-balance, like a man who suddenly lost his shadow.

Smoke billowed through the opening, and we ducked behind what little cover the cramped room offered: Hail behind a stone pillar, Lena beside an overturned table, me crouched behind a massive iron chest. Six figures pushed through the smoke, weapons raised. They wore mismatched armor cobbled together from scavenged materials, but their movements were disciplined. At their center stood Kade Blackthorn, looking like he'd walked straight out of the apocalypse and decided to become its poster boy. He wore a hood pulled low, but I could still see the calculating gleam in his eyes as they swept the room. A jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw, and his mouth curved into that peculiar, cold smi

I felt Ruan’s arms around me, his heartbeat steady and defiant against my back. We were in the dark. We were in the dirt. But as I looked at the men around us—bikers and mercenaries, once enemies, now brothers in blood—I realized that the war for Blackridge had just changed. It wasn't about the road anymore. It wasn't about the patch. It was about the people who thought they could own the souls of men. And they were about to find out that when you push a Montague into the dark, he doesn't hide. He becomes the darkness.

"The headquarters have fallen. It won't take long for the council to crush the others. There's nowhere for me to hide. If I turn myself into the council, they'll throw me in a cell where I'll go through the worst kind of torture and rot for the rest of my life. Death is a better honor than living like that. If you don't kill me, you're being selfish and you only want to see me suffer. " I slapped him. "Stop it. Don't try to gaslight me. Have some dignity and hold your head up. You used to be one of the most important men in this country. Act like a man, Jonas Blackwater. You're a survivor who helped me cheat death, and now it's my turn to help you stay alive. I'm not going to kill you. Get t

Pack links are supposed to be only words, but somehow Sarah, Shelley, Jade, Tala and Mary manage to send me the image of them all rolling their eyes and looking very unimpressed at Black’s attitude. Right. Game on. Blacks own supporters have come out behind him. A dozen werewolves, all male, all obviously fit and almost certainly fighters. “/That’s all of them out here, Tom, if you and Mary counted right. You go set their prisoners free. Mary, be ready to back Tom up, if it turns out there’s more of them still indoors./” Black catches that I haven't got my full attention on him, and smirks. I raise my eyebrow, let myself smile a little, and think hard that I’m doing this for the good of Badg

" I told you I won't die by your hand, I have learned not to rely on the power of guns only , I have learned to use the black magic in the Mafia world ? Do you know why?! I want to take over and I have to take over the underworld, it's my turn to shoot he says slowly bringing out his handgun, Malcolm didn't move , he didn't bulge, he just smirks. Mark pulls the trigger to shoot him but he couldn't move his hand , his hand became stiff while his men pulls their trigger and Malcolm men also pulls their trigger. Malcolm angrily kicks him, if I cannot kill you by beating you to death, I wanted to do this later but you have aroused the anger in me and I am going to vent it on you" Malcolm says, M

i sat there and wondered what they meant by saving them they don’t need saving. As if i needed a sign i hear a crash and see two vampires fighting at the end of the street. and much like everyone else i headed that way. i realize how inferior we are when everyone else is at the fight and I’m left behind at full speed. One of the guards pick me up and we get there faster than if i just ran i thank him and he just nods and looks toward the fight. i look and see two handsome vampires in a bloody mess. i look at the guard, “are you going to stop them?” he looks at me like i grew a second head. He remembers I’m human and explains, “that is Kian and Klein the twins they are first in line for the c