Saving The Blackened Male Protagonists Novels & Stories

“You should’ve stayed inside.” The tall guy laughed. Short. Mean. “Kill you? Nah. Black Moon wants the show. Wants you to see how pointless this all is. You really thought fire and some fancy blood tricks could end us? We’re the upgraded model. Curse-proof. Fire-proof. You’re just… snacks.” Killian sat up suddenly. The black lines on his arms pulsed once, bright, then settled. He looked at the tall guy. Then at the others behind him. “Killian, sit your ass down,” Dominic snapped.

“Don’t save him. Loggins, please don’t save him. This person is a criminal, a scum. He deserves to die! Just watch him die quietly!” “Right! If you save him, you’ll be a scum and a beast just like him!” “Think about how miserable that dead girl was! Don’t save that bastard! Let him die! Let him die!” “Forget about the rules. If you’re a man, just sit by the side and rest for five minutes and watch him die. It’ll be over soon. If you do this, not only will you wash away your previous humiliation, you’ll also be hailed as a hero by the people when you come out!”

The black-clad men were relentless, and their cruelty would be merciless. The black-clad men charged forward, their weapons clashing against Adrian in a terrifying collision. Clang! Clang! Clang! The sounds of the violent impacts filled the air, and the black-clad men were stunned. When their spiritual treasures collided with Adrian’s body, they couldn't harm him in the slightest. Bam! The force of Adrian’s punch sent one of the black-clad men flying, and it was clear that Adrian's physical strength far exceeded their expectations. The black-clad group was completely bewildered, unable to comprehend just how strong his body truly was.

And I would do it again. “Like I said before, I only saved an innocent,” I said. “Is that now a crime among gods?” A low hum spread through the chamber, the sound of the Council’s displeasure. Pillars of flame rose in a perfect circle around me, and from them stepped the Elders—ten silhouettes carved from light. "Quick reminder Damian, you are a Blackthorn, Thorns don't save, Blackthorn is meant to kill. why then did you save?"

I couldn't make out his face, but his voice was deep and haunting. "Sophia," he called out to me, desperation lacing his words. "I have been trapped here for so long, waiting for you to find me. Please, help me." Though I couldn't see him clearly, I sensed his pain and longing. He reached out to me, his hands shackled by chains that seemed to drain the very life from him. "You must save me, Sophia. You have to help me out" I wanted to help him, but I couldn't move. I was rooted to the spot, unable to reach out and touch him. As I struggled to break free from my invisible bindings, the man's voice grew fainter, and the room around me began to blur and fade.

Beside him, Edwin and I fought just as fiercely, our bodies straining as three more guards wrestled us back. I fumbled for the button on the cattle prod to make the electricity flicker to life, but I was suddenly kicked in the hand by a steel-toed boot, crunching my pinky finger like butter. Without thinking, I yelped and dropped it. My pinky was broken. “You know what your problem is?” Black said, his voice a little too casual as he strolled toward the door. “You think you can save everyone. But sometimes…” He paused, his smile growing wider. And this time, he looked at me. Only me.

If they worked at the main house, maybe they could help me in sifting through this shit show. There were three males and one female. The first male was tall and lean, with sandy blond hair that fell into his eyes and a scar tracing his jawline—a testament to battles fought and survived. His blue eyes were sharp, darting around as if assessing threats. The second was bulkier, with dark skin and a shaved head, his arms crossed over a broad chest adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to shift in the shadows. The third male had a boyish face, freckles splashed across his nose, and eyes that held a hint of mischief.

"My mission here is clear and simple. Eliminate the man who murdered my friend and leave without any trace." Man laughed as he stood up. "Why are we obsolete?" He asked. "Why can't we accept the casualties of war and move on? Why can't we accept that dinosaurs once exist and are gone? Am I bothered about the death of your friend? Yes! Do I care? No! Does the world really need someone who is afraid, weak, oppressed and depressed? No! Do I care about your relationship with Alberto? No! Do we really need selfish souls like yours who, though almost perfect, spend their lives imploring each of us to neglect the cause of immortality and not fall along the way? No! Mr. James Blackwheel, I don't car

That was literally impossible. “But I hadn’t done …,” my statement got interrupted with his line one more time. “Why are you catching her? I clearly said HIM and HIM doesn’t refer to her. Get your hands off her and catch him,” he said. I couldn’t explain how fast my heart was racing after hearing him say that. Mr. Black actually saved me instead of his son. Why? Was Mr. Black a righteous person unlike other Black? Was he the same good person and the same person who had been my role model all this life? My eyes were already sore with what they have seen.