Black Beauty Book Characters Novels & Stories

(BLACK KNIGHTS) “NOW, now, now. Who could that be?” Beatrice asks, giggling and still dancing under the shade of the blood red moon. Thinking, no, planning her next move while she is weighing the facts, the significance and darkness of the characters of this world and book will benefit her. The perfect two knights that she needed. The rightful once to own the black title. “Of course!” she laughs, coming with the conclusion and choosing the ones that she needed to be her pieces. “Let’s have that person, shall we?”

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

the ashy man asked obviously the most impatient of the four of them, eagerly waiting for a chance to kill. “No. I’ll do the honors of killing him,” Maggie told him. “Actually,” the black man spoke for the first time. His eyes were a swirling grey almost identical to the messenger of the Council. His chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, dark luscious lashes, and long dreads added to his beauty. His gait was graceful and his smile which was a bit icy also looked hesitant. “You will not be killing any members of your pack for now, your uncle no less.”

She met a she-wolf with honey-like brown eyes and the curliest hair Gwen had ever seen as soon as she walked into the living room, Phoebe was a friend she had made on her first week in White Claw Pack. Phoebe threw her hand over Gwen's shoulder. "So, are the people of Black Fur Pack handsome?" She inquired. "I know they are the largest pack and we are second but I heard they are as hideous as fuck, especially their future alpha who everyone says is the biggest jerk,"

She stated the fact. "Survival of the fittest kind of situation."I shrugged my shoulders. We again fell into silence and waited for our turn.The two girls went first but the sooner they entered,the quickest they rushed out wiping off their tears. Hollowness and fear repossessed my body. I read the name plate in golden word . "Asher Black,M.D , Black Inc." Golden letters in shiny black plate screamed the man's intimidation . I squatted on the soft leather couch as the woman signalled me to sit.The temperature was quite below the normal but I was sweating due to building nervousness in my tummy.

My messy dark hair fell around my body and stuck to my moist narrow features. God forbid black and grey-furred werewolves walked amongst the others. As royals, the King and Queen had fur white as snow. The noblemen, their fur was either silver or gold. The commoner’s fur was red or brown. Then there was me, Deonna, fur as black as coal. The pain in my chest was so great I could hardly stand to my feet. I nearly fell over but thankfully my slave friend Kamala stood beside me and kept me on my feet.

“Are you here?” “Yes. But you won’t see me. I can’t see you either, just like the fairy warned. It’s like… we’re in each other’s bodies.” His voice held a strange mix of awe and confusion. I swallowed hard. “Okay but why are we here? What’s the point of this?” “There’s something the book wants to show us,” he said. “Something we need to understand.” Just then, I froze. In the distance, partially cloaked in smoke and shadow, stood a figure, tall, imposing, with skin like scorched onyx. His eyes gleamed like obsidian, and around him curled tendrils of dark magic.

A voice said, coming toward them, it was a woman, a beautiful one that has brown long hair and gorgeous eyes. "Did you see how perfect her skin is?" Her mother stated beside her, Jayla awed and stared at her with fascination. "It's alright we goo—Mrs Black?" Darby asked with confusion in his eyes, "Darby? Is this your family?" She yelped in happiness. "Yeah, mom, dad and Jayla this Mrs Black, my friend mother." He said introducing her, Mrs Jacobs grinned and waved at her like a kid, Mrs Black smiled in response. "Karen, stop, you are acting as a primary kid." Mr Jacobs chuckled.

He placed a kiss to my forehead and opened up the book to another page before pushing it to me. There was a colored portrait drawn of a creature that was tall and slender. Its skin was a greyish color with unhealthy veins running down his neck into his old-fashioned clothing. It looked like what royalty of centuries long past would wear. Its eyes were the worst part. They were pure black, but there was something hidden within them that you could not see but could sense. It was pure evil, and part of me wanted to run from the room screaming.

Black could protect his own daughter, but my need to guard my mate was in my blood. Mr. Black is a wildlife monitor, but he is also part of our pack in a way. Mr. Black is part of all the packs in the country. I’m pretty sure Evelyn has no clue. I have only heard the stories about why he left, but he did it to protect his family.