Alice Dress Jet Black Novels & Stories

Phones glowed in every hand, the Fang feed refreshing obsessively, the same grainy cafeteria clip looping on mute: Nico Black in the center of the elite table, Elara Voss kissing him slow and deep, Liora Kane’s leg draped over his lap, Ravenna Slade’s arm around Seraphina Locke’s waist, Seraphina—*Seraphina*—holding Ravenna’s hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. Alice Skye—number 3 on the Bloodmate Board, turned at seventeen, daughter of Hollywood royalty—lounged on a velvet chaise near the window like a cat who’d just spotted a particularly stupid mouse. Platinum hair in a high, messy bun, lips painted blood-red, black silk dress clinging to every curve. She scrolled the li

Her stiff velvet dress was a deep shade of plum today, wearing a single gold necklace chain, a large black onyx pendant at its centre. /Black onyx/ Alba whirled, /she is wearing something protective!/ “Well, Alpha Dex this is most unexpected. What do you think I can help you with?” her voice was weaker, as though she had not slept a wink either. “I have a couple of questions that I can’t ask at the conference table, if you’ll permit me.” “Of course,” she said, taking a seat at a small morning table near her own balcony. Pouring herself a steaming cup of herbal tea I winced at the foul green liquid. “Well?”

Her white dress was soaked dark with blood. A brutal claw mark tore across her chest. "I need a healer!" Caleb's voice shook. "Get a healer now!" "Lyla!" My father's furious roar crashed over me, his Alpha pressure forcing me to my knees. Everything was happening too fast, but I forced myself to speak. "It wasn't me. She set me up! She said I'd take everything from her, so she—" "She risked her life just to frame you?" the grand elder, Russ Cooper, cut in.

“You have traveled so far in the dark. But the dawn is coming, Alyse. It is time to stop hiding. It is time to embrace the destiny carved into your blood before you were even born.” “I don’t understand,” I cried, clutching her hand. “I’m just an Omega. They rejected me. They hate me.” “They fear what they do not understand,” she murmured. “But the Moon does not ask for permission to shine.” Suddenly, the air around us began to vibrate. The white lilies bowed their heads, and the violet sky turned to pure, blinding silver. A figure emerged from the light a woman so tall and radiant that I had to shield my eyes. She didn't walk; she flowed like water.

Alice got out of the rickety car, gasping repeatedly. Her best friend, Chiara Niccolo, followed next—a pretty, blue-eyed damsel. "You're lucky I was driving by when you called. You could have gotten caught, for fuck's sake," Chiara reprimanded. Alice had managed to change out of the black getup in the car; now she wore a simple blue gown and had her dark brown hair tied in a neat ponytail. The bag containing the gold was slung over one shoulder as she stared back at Chiara with her emerald green eyes.

He wore a black ensemble and boots, and he drove his bike past Alicia and Jonathan in the car, who parked in front of a restaurant. As Alicia got out of her car, she looked at Jax, who sneered at her. But she quickly looked away, sensing maybe the strange man was working for Damian. Alicia quickly locked up her car door and walked ahead to meet Jonathan, who wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked with her into the Restaurant. As they entered the Restaurant together, Alicia met her best friend, Daisy Lawrence, a beautiful 23-year-old nurse with fair skin. "Hey, Alicia. What brings you here?" Daisy asked as she moved over to meet Alicia. She had just finished having her lunch and was

The alpha’s feast, a yearly celebration of the victories the pack had had that year against her rivals, was about to begin. Alicia’s eyes locked onto Damon’s back. His raven-black hair fell in unruly waves, brushing against the collar of his leather jacket. His hands moved deftly, arranging silverware and crystal goblets with precision. His wolfish grace was mesmerizing, and Alicia’s pulse quickened. She had come here for a purpose, but the sight of him stirred memories she thought she had buried deep within her soul. He was so irresistible, as she fought within herself to not get swayed by what her eyes showed her.

Black Gold scent rolled off her in waves. Earth and cedar and something bitter underneath. Traveling leathers, pack messenger. Her eyes landed on me. Her expression curled into something ugly. "So you're Alisha." She said my name, like it tasted rotten. "Black Gold's famous reject." I went very still. Diana moved between us instantly. "No... This is for me." Diana said, pushing me away. Her eyes were red, and his jaw was tight. Her fist was literally shaking.

Before Adele could reply Daisy pushes him aside and hugs her tightly and says " Tell me about him. Who is he? How is he? Is he good looking?" Axel gives a low growl and says " Your mate is right here. Why are you thinking about other males?" Daisy snorts and says " Oh.. shut up Axel. Adele has just found her mate so obviously, I want to know more." She then ignores him and urges Adele to tell her. Adele smiles at her and says " His name is Chris, Alpha of the Blackwood pack." " You mean the strongest Alpha Chris Black?" asked Daisy amazed. Adele nods and Daisy squealed with delight and hugs her friend again. " I saw him yesterday. He's hot." The last words she whispers slowly to Adele.

Closing my eyes, I remember exactly how he looked, as if the image of him has been imprinted in my mind. "I don't know," I mutter honestly. "He had silver eyes, like I've never seen before." Adrian paused. His expression suggests I just told him the most shocking news he's struggling to grasp. "That's Grayson, Lexia," Adrian insists, making my heart sink in my chest. "Grayson, as in the Alpha of Freedom?" I question. That man is the last possibly Alpha I want to have here right now. I would have preferred Noah, Alpha of Harmony to be at this meeting, despite the way it went.