Zoro Black Novels & Stories

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.”

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

The only light came from the faint orange glow of the emergency exit sign at the far end. At 9:07, a black sedan pulled into the garage. It moved slowly, headlights sweeping across the concrete pillars, and parked three rows away from me. The door opened, and a figure got out. Zorro — or whatever his real name was — was not what most people would expect. He was young and vibrant. He spoke with a beguiling self-confidence that bordered on boasting. I suspected his bravado was covering for inadequacies he was hiding, and too often his brashness was annoying. The bluster hid a calculating intellect that he kept to himself.