Zoro Black Novels & Stories

Niko muttered to me, coming from nowhere. "Where have you been?" I asked him, forcing my gaze away from him. "Don't speak anything until someone is dying, little Princess." Zoro spoke under his breath. He was around my father's age, a lean but fitted looking, an intelligent man with grey hair.

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?

Tam said, his hands lifted up in his perceived victory. “You will only take her when I am dead and that is something that wouldn't be happening in a thousand full blood moons” Zoran replied to him calmly. Tam scowled at him “Are you sure you can fight me? Remember that you have weaknesses while I have got nothing to lose” Zoran didn’t reply to him, instead he brought out a small bottle of a dark green liquid and sprinkled it on Tam. “Everything unclean is expelled from this body and the soul of the victim is completely restored “ Zoran chanted and a black smoke flowed out of Tam’s mouth.

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.

All I knew was I was running, and I was doing it as fast as possible…well, until I bumped into something as hard as a wall. “Easy…” The voice came in, and a hand surged forward, grabbing my arms and holding me still from falling. My breath hitched slightly, and I cast a glance, but in that brief moment of confirmation, all the air in my lungs vanished, and I froze. I had been too broken to play the voice in my head, but thinking about it now, he sounded as hot as he looked. Zaydeen Black of the Blacktorn stood at a reckless 6’4”, towering above me with a fucking six-inch advantage. He was dressed in a cosmic night suit, yet it hugged his figure so well my inner self churned from the sight.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

The Last Man Standing. Michael was sitting on the van looking at those zombies how they're in pain, and how they're craving for human flesh to devour. At that moment Michael felt like the world was slowly disappearing infront of him, or maybe it was just him who is fading away. The black hole in his head deep inside his soul slowy swallowing all his hopes and dreams. That was the worst moment.

Then the last one, well, I smiled as I saw him. “You heard the name BLACK DRAGON right?” our boss continued. I can clearly see their reactions. The tall guy just raised an eyebrow. The mohawk guy looked straight to our boss. The last one just smiled and the youngest boy looked excited. “Black Dragon?! Who wouldn’t know him?! He’s a legend! One of the few we look up to! He can be lined up beside Shadow and Eclipse! An expert and a genius! You’re going to introduce him to us?!” he finally said. I smiled. If only you know. I thought.

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.