Black Author Books Novels & Stories

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

Wolves of The Dark Moon Series Book 1- Alpha Rick (chapters 1- 81) Book 2- Alpha Black and His Luna (chapter 82 onward) Book 3- The Beta’s Obsession (coming soon) Olivia The pain. It's too much.

Emera Black I ,christabel and chole got back to my room after all the drama that happened. I was tempted to go back to my mate and continue what we started last night. "I can't believe i got dressed up for nothing. Christabel said making herself comfortable on my bed. "Yeah me too, at least your mate saw you in a beautiful dress unlike alpha black and I who are mateless, so we were the ones who got dressed for nothing. Chole said pulling her heels and joining christabel to lie on the bed.

For the other books in this series, here are the titles, and all of them can be found on Goodnovel. BLACK SHADOW PACK SERIES: Book 1 - HE’S MY ALPHA (Completed) Book 2 - THE BETA IS MINE (Completed) Book 3 - LOVING THE GAMMA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 1 - IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 2 - THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA (Ongoing) And for all my lovely, loyal readers, Thank you for waiting for this book! I hope you will stick with us as we join Alpha Riley and Nadia on a rollercoaster of emotions as they fight to find their own redemption.

She seems so happy after the last paper and I can see her sitting on op of Olive’s locker. I smile at her then go about cleaning my desk and selecting the books that I want to carry home with me for that one week.I pick a few African literature pieces:Things fall apart by Chinua Achebe and The River Between by Ngugi Thiong’o.I have started to really love literature classes especially when we started discussing different books.I also a few other books in my backpack and make a note to carry my diary with me.I hope I don’t forget that because it feels like a part of me,a week will be too long without it.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

Agbai said. "His lifestyle or morals has nothing to do with his economics," I said. "Okay, I agree with you on that one. Um... You said you read Nigerian books, which one have you guys read." "Chimamanda's Purple Hibiscus, Americana, a whole lot," I said. "But I like Wole Soyinka's A Dance In The Forest and..." I paused to think of the other book. "Things Fall Apart," Raymond added. "Yes, that's it. Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart." I said.

The Black Wolf was born from shadows and shaped by moonlight, but it always beat with the pulse of love, sacrifice, and resilience. Thank you for walking beside Vireya, through pain, through wonder, through storms and stars. This is not just the end of a story. It’s the echo of a legacy, the warmth of a reunion, and the reminder that even in the darkest forests, love finds its way home. There are more stories waiting just beyond the horizon, magical, bold, and unforgettable.

The food here is surprisingly better than what I used to eat in the faculty’s cafeteria. I hear them talk about their favourite show together while I eat my breakfast silently. Then, I turn my head and spot him sitting in a corner. The Black Tiger is alone in his table, peacefully reading a book while drinking his coffee. He isn’t wearing his leather uniform, this time he’s opting for a long-sleeved black sweater, ripped trousers and a black cap. I wonder how he could wear long sleeves while it’s hot. As expected, he isn’t talking to anyone. He’s living in his world, ignoring every existence.

I didn’t understand it. I waited for him in the library, absentmindedly flipping through a book that told the heroic tales of the previous Alphas of Black River that guarded their stolen land against the evil intruders, even though they started as intruders. A conqueror's tale, I snorted, slamming it shut. I wondered how many of these books actually told an unbiased account, but I doubted many, at any of the packs, did. I felt him edge closer. I could hear his soft steps on the carpet now, but still only barely.