Black Barbara Novels & Stories

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

Her legs are toned and her hair, a honey wave. She's everything I want. Maybe not my type of woman that I've been with before, but she's worth everything new that I want to try. Everything that my cock craves. " Mr. Black." Naomi calls, no longer crossing her arms but holding her own coffee. " Yeah?" " I asked what you were doing at Bart's?" She says and takes a sip from her coffee with her eyes on mine. " Meeting an acquaintance." " Should I be worried you're always everywhere I go?" She asks, blowing little air into her coffee.

It then next displayed when I bought my house and lived alone ever since. "It's not fair!" I whispered, tears squeezing out of my eyes. "It's the world, Becca. Black might be your brightest colour. Bullying might shield you from hurt, turns out hurt is your only lover." She whispered, too, nowhere to be seen. My mind flashed, invisible lights in the room flickering, dimming, the walls closing. What was happening? "Are you sure?" I heard her ask. "Sure of what? What's happening?" "Isn't there anyone who can turn your tables. Didn't you meet a certain him that made you feel different, alive? Loved?"

I'd had enough of being controlled to last several lifetimes. I control my life, not them. I'm here because I want to be, not because they're making me. Not because they're all infuriatingly attractive and confusing! The bartender was a woman with short black hair and arms covered in tattoos that looked like they told stories. She looked up as I approached, her dark eyes taking in my flushed face and rigid posture with professional interest. "What can I get you?" she asked in accented English, her voice warm and surprisingly motherly.

Looking through the dresses, Olive had yet to see anyone that struck her fancy. They had fun regardless, trying on dresses, taking pictures and being goofy. Olive was a little grateful that thanks to Chelsea's dad and his beautiful black credit card as well as her mother's reputation as one of the richest shopaholics in town, the staff let them do whatever they wanted and only requested that they be careful with the clothes so as not to ruin them.

An Omega must hide, not shine. I gripped my bow tight. The string hummed softly. No close combat—I’d lose before I even had a chance to strike. Then… footsteps. Quick, heavy. I ducked behind a thick tree, breath tight in my chest. From behind the branches, I saw her. A woman—tall, sharp-eyed. Black hair like nightfall, eyes like a frost sea. Her voice was silk and steel. “Slay as many as you can,” she said to the two men beside her. “And your reward shall be a night with me.”

The warriors around us had gone completely silent. The Northern wolf suddenly twisted beneath him and managed to break free. It rolled away and quickly returned to its feet. Darius also stood, but he was breathing harder now. Blood was still running from his shoulder, staining the fur around it. The warrior must have noticed his weakness because he charged at him again without giving him time to recover.

He was scanning every girl above the age of 18 and under 30 in the ball, man had no limits since he’s yet to find his mate. As Vincent and I started talking, the doors opened walking into the big ball was the Luna herself, looking stunning in her dress, Vincent let out a small whistle, "who is she" he asked dramatically. "That is Luna Valeria, and you better toned down a bit her mate can eat you alive" I replied. Then his whole presence changed, " the black heretic" he whispered venomously.

I note how the purple-red liquid looks like… blood. In my head, I reach out to Tristan. He is the easiest to find since I just spoke to him. As I slouch in my chair, Barbara gets up, that smile still on her wicked face. “Help…” Everything goes black.

she laughs again and starts to rock a little bit more. Barbara is 29 and looks like Halle Berry," she says with a twinkle in her eye. "Really! People tell her that all the time. She's light skinned with a figure that we all envy." I can't imagine Cyn envying anyone's figure and I tell her so.