Zoro Black Novels & Stories

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

I’m the Convergence—guardian and teacher—and this shadowed keeper, this child, this world, are a flame I must protect, a legacy that will burn through the stars. The shadowed keeper steps forward, their dark blade slashing, its void-edge warping the starlight, their aura a storm that shakes the cathedral’s veins. “I am Zorath, born of the Veil’s fracture, forged in Klythe’s shadow,” they snarl, their black lunar mark pulsing like a wound. “Your balance is a lie, Convergence. The Veil must break!” Their aura surges, rifts flaring, wraiths coalescing with screams of shattered glass, and my claws tense, the blade humming, its runes blazing with warning.

Soon, the three men stood together in silence, smoke curling into the night air as they anxiously waited for news. "Belle is a fighter," Park finally broke the silence after exhaling a stream of smoke. "She's not going to give up now that she has you and Neo." Ethan lowered his gaze and took another drag. "She is," he admitted quietly. "She's always been brave." His voice cracked. "But I'm still scared." He released a shaky breath. The nicotine did nothing to calm him. Fear and doubt continued to claw at his mind, threatening to consume him whole. "Belle is a mother now," Darvid said thoughtfully while flicking ash from his cigarette.

The door creaked and soon Azrael entered, taking me to his side as if escorting a young lady and not a prisoner - and there it was. Pink quartz eyes, black hair and enviable skin. Calisto was like a living sculpture, but he was not responsible for taking my air but the woman next to him. Crimson. His hair was alive as crimson flames. ⋅• ♱ •⋅

"Don't tell anyone but you have already won their hearts with your mature behaviour you showed yesterday and also because Raan can't stop praising her new elder brother... They might not accept it now but they didn't try to change my mind when I made the decision to come here... Anyways, you don't have to be worried about that. They don't hate you, I can see that in their eyes." He looked at her confused when she opened the small box. It had a platinum chain in it with a lion face. She placed it around his neck. "The Lion symbolises courage, strength, protection, power, guidance and balance which are all you have in you..." She cupped his face proudly. "Whenever you see this, remember that y

"I was about to head to Ol' Mare to deal with you myself. Never thought you'd show yourself here. You saved me from making the trip!" At that, all 80 men surrounded Alexander. John stood behind Mark with a darkened gaze. He did some stretches to warm up. Zoro drew his sword and rubbed his fingers on the blade. He looked murderous. John was famous for his fighting skills internationally. He had once gone up against many gangs and groups all alone. Zoro's swordplay was not to be reckoned with as well. He could attack his opponent six times within a second, enough to kill many sword-fighting champions.

the Kea asks, and I watch as Garlof sends Burk a smug look before stepping forward. He walks down to the group of Makskins and stops in front of the famous Zor. "Zor of Makskin, I offer you my hand," Garlof says, and I watch as the burgundy beauty looks him over. "Commander Garlof, you have fought bravely, and I am honored to receive your offer. However, I must refuse. I have decided to ask Commander Burk to fight for me," Zor states, sounding confident, and I almost laugh at her.

The old man was quietly folding up his metal wire display rack for the afternoon, his movements methodical and unhurried despite the chaotic bustle swirling all around him. The vendor’s eyes followed the empty space where Ethan had just vanished. Without breaking his rhythmic folding, the old man reached casually into the deep inside pocket of his faded, oil-cloth jacket. His fingers brushed past a crumpled pack of lozenges and found a small, well-used flip phone. Its plastic casing was scratched, and the edges were worn entirely smooth from years of constant handling. He flipped the phone open with a practiced flick of his thumb, the tiny screen casting a faint blue glow against his lined p

Zoey The sleek black car purrs to a stop just beyond the training field. The moment it arrives, tension coils through the pack like a snake waking from slumber. People murmur, shift uneasily. The older warriors stiffen. The pups run to their mothers. Then he steps out. And the world stops. Tall. Unmoving. Dressed in black like he’s come to bury us. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t smile. Just lets his blood-red eyes glide over the crowd like he owns the air we breathe.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.