Saving The Blackened Male Protagonists Novels & Stories

Every roar of an engine and every step of a beast on the sidewalk led to a single inevitable direction. Under the flickering light of streetlamps and fires, the Blackwood clan and Malachi’s forces lined up for a battle that would be written in blood. The great conflict of the narrative had reached its zenith, and as the first heavy, reddish clouds began to cover the moon, Dante and Helena prepared for all or nothing. Old enemies had returned for one last threat, but they would find a resistance made not only of flesh and bone, but of a living prophecy that would no longer accept the shadows of anonymity. The resolution was in motion, and Blackwater was about to witness whether the forbidden

And still, they kept coming. More men poured into the alley, their silhouettes dark and faceless, their weapons raised, ready to finish what they started. "We need a fucking miracle," Nial panted, reloading with grim determination. "We don’t break," I growled, my grip tightening on my gun, I had two fucking shots left, but hell, I was ready to fight tooth and nail. "We don’t surrender." The man in black smirked, stepping forward like he had all the time in the world. "Admirable, kitten. But it’s over."

She put herself at risk to do the legwork, find out just how many fucking guys were in there, and then the psychos came riding in on their dark horses and saved the day. Now saved both Amber and Grayson because her ass would need saving after she willingly put herself in that lion’s den. That was like a huge ass backward step for feminism and equality needing men to save her ass after she sacrificed it for one in the first place. Men were still like the root cause of most problems after all, menstruation or menses, menopause, government, dysmenorrhea, dementia, hymen, argument, abandonment, mental. Even the English language had gotten that part right and understood that men seemed to be in

Most of them were injured but they still took their stance of defense. Some of the younger ladies took up weapons too. They all had something in common, a determination to survive. “Marcus Blackthorn.” Another young man said recognizing me. The moment he emerged, I knew it was his scent I had picked up from the village. “I thought you were all supposed to be dead?” I asked with a tone of indifference. “We survived. Are you here to finish up what your pack started?” He asked. I looked at all of them, they were all weakened by wounds and could not transform at the moment. With one bite, I could kill all of them in a minute.

'' ''What if during that time you are in pain or something? ''Fuck Sky, I would be in a lot of pain. Some werewolves even die because they tried to resist. Resisting would be like tearing your insides apart but all that doesn't matter. You matter....'' ''Promise me Sky '' ''......I - I promise '' He sighed in relief. ''Good''

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.”

Who to choose! My Judas? Or my saviour? Both had an impact in breaking my ice. But who did I like more? Jeremy betrayed me to save me. He chose me over his freedom. But he was wrong to think he would get it back by babysitting me and killing the people that were constantly in my presence. Marlon has always been there since the very first day. Perfect! Charming! Present and now a shoulder to cry on. Fucking dilemma! “I don't want to give you an answer that will hurt you or lead you on. I also don't want to give you the threadbare crap asking for more time…” I broke contact, looking past his shoulder.

This cold, ruthless alpha who threatened to kill me for adultery was defending me against my own father. “Well,” Vivienne said tightly. “How… noble of you, Nate.” “Not noble,” Levi said. Those dark eyes met mine across the table. “Just possessive. The Blackthorne men don’t like sharing their toys.” The word toys hung in the air like a challenge. Nate’s hand tightened on mine under the table. A muscle jumped in his jaw. “Watch yourself.” “Always do, brother.” Levi raised his wine glass in a mock toast. “To happy marriages and the women who make them… interesting.”

He stepped into the light, his blood-soaked shirt showing the true price of his survival, but his stormy gray eyes were completely locked on the intruder. The mercenary didn't flinch. He took one slow step backward toward the edge of the balcony, a wicked, sociopathic smile cutting through his dark mask. "Gideon Ross sends his regards, Mr. Blackwood. If I fall off this ledge, the child falls with me." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw little Julian reach his chubby fingers out from under the blue blanket, his big gray eyes wide with fear. The corporate war was over, but the primitive battle for our sons' lives had just reached its absolute breaking point.