Saving The Blackened Male Protagonists Novels & Stories

Because he was open about not liking them from the start they did not look bothered at all. I called for alcohol and what not to make it look like a party. The others being clueless help sell the cover story. We got there and we explained everything, to say they wanted blood would be a lie. Everyone started called back home to check if everything was good, I looked around and couldn't find black. I was about to go look for his two timing ass when he come in. Black- he killed half my warriors with a group of hunters.. the rest managed to get to the banker in time. He was looking for our weapons specialist not the weapons themselves!

No matter how many waves crash at it, it remains unbending. In the underworld, keeping your identity is vital to survival. It’s very easy to kill someone and have their families want revenge, even if your actions weren’t personal. So among hit people and assassins – yes, there is a difference – we are only referred to by our codenames. We tend to come about them based on our chosen kill method. I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless.

"Your father was a more formidable opponent." Nathan growled, his eyes ablaze with determination. "You won't break us!" The initial moments favoured Nathan. His wolf, driven by the need to rescue his mother and avenge his fallen pack, overwhelmed Alpha Black. The air crackled with the tension of the confrontation, and the spectators, including Selene, watched in anticipation. As the battle unfolded, Alpha Black adapted. His movements became more strategic, exploiting Nathan's blind rage. The advantage shifted, and Brian found itself on the defensive. Alpha Black's attacks were calculated, each strike aiming for vulnerabilities that only a betrayer like Selene could unveil.

Good thing he didn’t say his thoughts out loud because, hearing those words coming from a guy dressed in black from head to toe would have surely knocked everyone present off their feet with uncontrollable laughter. And then, after having a good laugh, Blackie would feel obliged to add some second-degree burns on top of the embarrassment, “See that? That’s the difference between the main male lead and the side leads. One has brain damage in the vicinity of his crush while others still retain some semblance of integrity. 😂” Luckily, Levi’s private thoughts remained private, and Noah’s attention was preoccupied with inspecting the gear rack. There was no such thing as the black team. Probably

What if Ella, unfortunately, encounters Saint Vanessa or Bishop Harvey? Ella didn't want to be involved with them at all, much less wanted to see those two. It would be a good thing to be able to leave the Magnus Federation and go far away. The further away from the main characters, the safer her life. Third, the Great Mage Samuel Kime is said to be a legendary figure possessing unmatched invincibility. Even Harvey Theodore, the once-in-a-lifetime genius of the Cathedral, couldn't match him. The fact that he wanted to take her away must have had a reason, in the original Samuel was described with a humorous and peaceful personality. Although the purpose behind the sudden request is unknown,

she whispered. “Yes,” I said, voice low, deliberate, unshakable. “We’re ready for everything.” And as the sun rose over the pack house, spilling light across the forest, I realized something that made my wolf purr with quiet satisfaction: this wasn’t just the dawn of a new day. It was the dawn of our era — one where we stood unbroken, united, and unstoppable. The world would learn soon enough that the Blackwood Alpha pair, bonded with love, power, and life itself, could not be challenged — not now, not ever.

"I just... I want to know why you kept the 'Pure Heir' files in the basement if they didn't matter." I walked toward my son, ignoring the Scribe’s hand moving toward a silent alarm. "We kept them to remember what we fought against, Leo. We kept them so we would never become the people who wrote them. Being a Blackwood isn't about the blood in your veins—it’s about the choices you make when the world gets dark." "A touching sentiment," the Scribe sneered. "But choice is an illusion. He was programmed before he could walk. I just have to say the words, and the 'Standard' falls away."

Malcolm holding his blade handle like life hold. Enrique let out a weak, mocking wheeze, but I silenced him with a glare that felt like ice. “As you said before, Malcolm. You doesn’t want it too, right?” "He is a hollow soul," I said, my voice dropping to a firm, commanding whisper. "But we are the Black Widow Pack. We don't do evilness here. We don't murder. We protect." Malcolm’s chest heaved as he stared at me, the golden fire in his eyes slowly fading into his familiar, warm brown.

Less aggressive, more subdued. Elara frowned, curiosity prickling at her. She had assumed the rogues were all the same—hardened, angry wolves who lived on the fringes of society. But now, as she watched them, she saw something else. They were a community. A broken, fragmented community, but a community nonetheless. They were survivors, just like her. Maybe they’re not all bad…

Not yet. “Seraph, fall back!” I roared, cutting down another enemy. “Protect the others!” She hesitated, her eyes finding mine for a brief, agonizing moment. Then she nodded and retreated, her motions fast and purposeful. I turned back to face Blackthorn, my grip tightening on my blade. This was it. The battle for our survival has begun. And I would see it through to the end—no matter the cost. The clang of steel and the cry of wolves filled the night as we fought for our lives. I pressed forward, my body moving on instinct, every strike powered by desperation and determination. Blackthorn’s laughter resonated across the turmoil, a terrible reminder of the darkness we faced.