Zoro Black Novels & Stories

For now, I do not want to move. After several songs, Claire was still dancing up a storm. I took the last sip of my drink and was ready to find a way to leave and get home when he appeared. Talk, dark, handsome, sharp black suit, crisp white shirt, jet black, smooth solid block black mask with finite detail you could only see as light hit it. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him. “Do you mind if I join you?” The voice was smooth and enchanting.

I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today. |||Goodness!! His name alone is enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.||| As their comments got past me, I couldn't help but look up to the man and gasp!! I was here standing side by side with Theron Blackmoor!! The same one who is a rival to Zane Voss!? I had never paid much attention to the business world since marrying Zane but I've heard how much Zane loathed the Blackmoor heir. It turned out he is him, my owner!!

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

A thing utterly forbidden to her kind. He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.

He was a failed weapon they experimented from before. In order to activate his black mana, his body must be in an exhausted state! But in good condition where no wounds even a scratch! And in fact, he could not increase his Combat Experience when using this ability. And because Yman had a weak physical body at the moment, he could not handle much longer his black mana and could only use it for a few seconds.

Disintegrate. The warrior struggles up. Wounds closing where her light touched him. Skin knitting together. He rejoins the fight. She turns. Already moving to the next. A beacon of silver fire cutting through corruption. Unstoppable. Deadly. On our left flank—Zora. Her jaws ripping. Claws tearing. A blur of violence. Three kills in seconds. Throat. Spine. Skull. Her rogues following. Coordinated. Experienced. One of my warriors goes down. Overwhelmed. Four rogues on him.

the pack members cheered and this infuriated Zompano so much, such that the fvcking rascal finally disclosed his darkest secret to the entire world as he burst into his true form with a rumbling roar. He was the fvcking ROGUE DEMON- ZOREAN himself !! “You don’t look surprised,” Zorean horridly laughed as he showed his horrible black set of teeth with black saliva sticking to it as he licked his black lips with a tar black tongue. Ughh. The disgusting stench of rogues came through my nostrils more powerfully than what I was used to for the last two decades. Yes. I knew his true identity and that bugling buffoon had been ostracized out of the clan because of his use of banned dark magic and ne

“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.”

His baby blue eyes were intense as if absorbing in everything around him. But it was the last male that had Chloe almost falling over herself. He was the one that held Alpha Nathaniel's undivided attention and yet this young male seemed not so interested. His black hair glimmered like satin under the lights and his hazel eyes were almost feline as they watched the Alpha. His own power and dominance rolled off of him in waves, knocking the air from Chloe's lungs. His high cheekbones and straight nose gave him a godlike complexion that were perfectly complemented by broad shoulders, tattooed arms corded in muscle and full lips that were currently pursed in concentration.