Black Angle Novels & Stories

Her eyes wandered to Sandro's, and she realized his once beautiful sea-green orbs were starting to turn into a darker colour. It was different from the colour of the berserker wolf which was red with golden rings around it and the normal wolf which was black and flecked with gold. This was the blackest of black. A freaking vantablack and the more she stared at it, the more she felt it drawing her in. Thalia shook her head and bit her lower lips. “Sandro!” She shouted as he began to shift. “Get the fúck out of here!” He growled, straining against the chain restricting him.

She could even see the cold sweat beading at Dhara's temples. Alpha Black walked quickly and confidently towards Bianca and took his place at her side. Then he placed an arm behind the backrest where his soul mate was and leaned forward towards the two women, his forearm resting on his knee. He took a malicious pleasure in staring at them coldly one moment. He even let his wolf show his presence on the surface, allowing him to quickly alternate the color of his forest green eyes with an infernal red.

She could feel the Alpha aura coming from him. And when she locked eyes with him she swallowed so hard. His eyes were pitch black and that was not a good sign from werewolves. His eyes were supposed to be yellow not black meaning he was angry and she had gotten on his bad side

“You look nervous.” “Of course not. It’s normal,” Grey answered defensively. Black tucked himself back in and smirked. “I was only teasing. Don’t take it seriously. I’m straight. I like women.” Grey froze. His chest tightened as if pierced. He couldn’t speak, the words stuck in his throat. Black patted him lightly. “Sorry,” Grey finally whispered. “It’s okay, baby girl,” Black said softly, holding Grey’s hand. “Let’s go.” Just as Black was about to walk away, Grey pulled him back and grabbed him by the neck.

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

They are wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter. “Good evening.” I answer. “Do you need help?” They fake a shy smile and run their fingers through their long hair. One of them places her hand on the Black Tiger’s shoulder, “What’s your name?” she asks with a melodious tone. I can't stop staring at her hand and I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen. The Black Tiger doesn't seem to care. He peacefully takes his glass and sips his martini. The other girl moves next to him and tightens her arms around her sides to bring out her chest. Pitiful.

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I say amused into the microphone so that the team can prepare. A convoy of 4 armored black vans is coming towards us, they stop a few meters away and a black man of approximately 1.90 with the face of a thug gets out of one of them, he smiled and I approached him. “Do you know that being late for a delivery is considered disrespectful?...” The man looks me up and down and answers “And who cares, whitey?...” he says with that strong street accent, shitty gangsters. “I think your boss ...” I say with a mocking smile