Black Beauty Novels & Stories

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

Disobeying him means disobeying my new Alpha and showing disrespect towards him. “Atticus I-” “Alpha!” Two men in suits approach Atticus, and one of them leans closer to him, but despite speaking quietly, I manage to make out what they’re saying. “The Black Beast is almost at pack borders.” My heart skips a beat and I try to calm myself by thinking about something else- anything else! The flowers… Think of the flowers! The Black Beast. A name that was given to Sebastian years ago, because of his power and the colour of his wolf’s fur.

I took the file, opened it, and saw the name of this maid: Pyra Ruby Blackwood. It read. Picking up the photograph of Pyra Blackwood, I watched her portrait clearly. She was beautiful. With her mop of red hair cascading down her back, perfectly accentuating her delicate and soft face, framed by a high cheekbone. A smile was plastered on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes; her dull crimson eyes lacked it, seemingly to hold a story of their own. Her skin was as pale, shimmering like fallen snow in the winter.

Their eyes all turned to me, holding me in place like I was frozen solid. I knew the exact moment when the looks in their eyes shifted all at once, turning into something more heated as their eyes took in my outfit. I sucked in a deep breath and willed my feet to move, looking away from their expressions, trying to bury what it stirred up. Then I noticed an unfamiliar figure in the corner. A woman—the most breathtaking I'd ever laid eyes on. Her skin was as white as porcelain, smooth and glowing. Her hair was as black as night and fell down her face, stopping just below her jaw. Her eyes were a striking gray and they were sharp. When they landed on me, I felt a chill... it looked almost like

one of them explained. That son of a gun. He knew. He probably watched my whole sprint on ten different security cameras. They walked me back to him. He didn’t even look surprised. Just kept typing like I was a grocery item being returned to the shelf. “Mr Blackwell, I am so sorry, but you misunderstood me. I was just taking a walk around the house. I was so shocked about how beautiful the house was that I ended up wandering further away,” I said, pretending to be hurt for being misunderstood.

Black The Origin Chapter 28: Betrayal (2) A few hours earlier... "Nerom? Why are?" Amari still can't believe it and left standing won't be able to move an inch. "No more question. This is your trial." There is even no faint of mercy in his voice. He draws his sword pointing in Mari's direction. The Black Beast Sword was pointing at her. It was a relic given by King-Rank Swordsman. To think that his master's sword will be pointing at her is something she would never imagine.

𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘫𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦, 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢�

The crisp scent of damp earth and pine needles filled his senses, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the storm in his mind. Liam Black — Alpha of the Black Panther Pack — moved with predatory grace, his golden eyes sharp as a blade in the dim twilight. His sleek black coat, faintly visible through the open flaps of his cloak, shone faintly under the dying red light of the setting sun. His muscles coiled and uncoiled with each step as his internal battle raged on. Every instinct told him to turn around. To go back. To keep his distance from her. Elizabeth.

Guided by her intuition, she followed the invisible thread that led her to a secluded part of the forest. There, amidst the dense foliage, she discovered a sight that both captivated and saddened her. A lone wolf, fierce and untamed, roamed with a restless energy. The creature's coat which must have been once vibrant and sleek, was now matted and unkempt. Its eyes, once filled with life, held a haunting glimmer of enormous pain. She immediately recognised him as the last surviving member of the Blackwood pack.

I say unwavering “...I know you are scared, hurt and angry at the same time Hermione. But please do not give up on this chance of happiness. Please...” Ezli cries “I wish not to talk about this again.” I say shutting Ezli out. Dris nods, pointing to me “She'll do?” I hear him faintly whisper to Blacktooth “Of course, certainly. She'll do just fine.” Blacktooth smirks I'll do just what? “Alright, let's go in.” Blacktooth says, approaching me. I take in his facial features under the dim yellow light outside the building, and I just cannot help but wonder if he is called Blacktooth because of the black teeth at the lower-case region of his mouth.