Zoro Black Novels & Stories

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

They burst through the door at the top of the stairs with a fierce battle cry, clad in heavy armor, and wielding massive battle axes, silver swords, spears, and some warriors even completely transformed into their wolf form, but Zora resisted them, and he got back on his feet. Zora, a gigantic figure towering over the trooping warriors. He roared out loud to assert his dominance and instill fear into his surging opponents. He scrambled to grab an axe from Casandra’s stack of weapons, and with ease, he moved through the warriors with precision, skill, and ridiculous speed, taking down each warrior with deadly accuracy.

Was he going to hold her hostage? Rossie sat in the bed and pondered over it. Zorion pushed the door open and came in all of a sudden. He was dressed in black from head to toe. He resembled a movie star. Zorion was a handsome man. He was tall, and his body was well-proportioned. His facial features were especially striking, and he had a set of deep black eyes that were impossible to read. Rossie pursed her lips. She was not used to that feeling. When she was observing Zorion, he looked at her as if he was expecting something.

Zane roared at him as he grabbed Richard by his collar. “Zane!” I exclaimed and tried to pull him away from killing the old man. I am sure one punch and the old man would be seeing the stars but before that happens I pulled Zane by his arm anxiously and he turned to look at me with disgust in his ocean blue eyes.

My eyes snapped open. Standing a few feet away from me, surrounded by swirling shadows, was him. Zerathos. My breath hitched. He was taller than I remember from the rebel camp, his body was draped in layers of black and deep red robes that seemed to shift like living smoke. His skin was obsidian black, his eyes were like endless pits of molten gold. Dark energy radiated from him, pulsing in waves that made the air feel heavier and made my skin crawl. He looked different. I wouldn't be surprised if he had wings on his back.

He is a perfect A student, even a topper in the entire school. His grades have always been perfect and no one can break his record. That makes people envy him but at the same time his arrogance arises a desire in them to kill him. Mr. Gorge smirked while he adjusted his lens on the high bridge of nose. "Zion...." Someone called him but he didn't hear. "Mr. Black?" This time a more formal and stern voice grabbed his attention. Zion lazily looked at him but stayed quiet. He was waiting for Mr. Gorge to speak first. Mr. Gorge gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Black would you mind coming here and drawing the whole nervous system?"

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

What progress, exclaimed Z)—forming into a hood with long trousers, wild-looking buttons in the center, the upper-ones unbuttoned, showing off his hairy chest, and a belt with a long sword tucked on it. But it was the sight of his eyes, almost shadowed by his hood, that intrigued Z the most. The right had a flaming color in it, with a hint of blue, making it look as though a fire was standing on the surface of the water, and the left one was colorless with a speck of muddy brown in the corners, an almost invisible dot had Z not looked carefully enough. “What have you done to him?” Z clenched her fists, glaring at Dark.

“Please, Zeno. Though the assassin was taken from the dark web… knowing how crazy Mr. Black is, he might get to me soon. And I don't want that… all I need is a few of your men to protect me.” Zeno let out a soft laugh. “Look at the way you're shivering, Moore,” he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze turning cold. “You ruined my plan. I was supposed to act swift, light, and unpredictable. But now you've let Mr. Black know something is coming. Just last night, he sent a finger of a bitch… which means he knows I'm here for him.” “Zeno—” “Quiet,” Zeno snapped, his lips parting as if to yell or scold, but no words came out. So he simply stood. “I shall take my leave, Moore.”