Black Beauty Novels & Stories

I couldn’t look away. Damian’s wolf was breathtaking—a towering, midnight-black beast with silver streaks running like lightning through his thick, glossy fur. His muscles rippled powerfully beneath the coat, every line carved for dominance and lethal grace. Golden eyes burned with controlled fury, intelligent and unrelenting. When he moved, it was with fluid, terrifying elegance. He was beautiful in the most dangerous way possible.

Everything about her looked refined, sophisticated. She turned as we approached and her green eyes instantly settled on me. The smile she’d been wearing disappeared immediately. “Camille,” Vivian said pleasantly, “I’d like you to meet Kimberly Blackwood. She’s new to the neighborhood.” For a long moment, Camille simply stared. Her eyes travelled slowly over my face, my dress, the wedding ring on my finger, then back to my face again. Something cold flickered behind her expression. Something dangerously close to contempt. “Kimberly…” Her voice was smooth like honey.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black. *** Daze POV "What was that Daze?" Daryl asked me. "She's the girl I'm talking about," I told him. I can't stop myself from smiling. "Damn! Coincidence, huh? She's the great Black. She is known in Different bars and clubs, if she looks easy to get, you're mistaken, that girl is really scary!" "I heard about the great Black being the hottest girl in this area, kissing guys then afterward dumping them but I didn't realize that she's just an ordinary girl, nothing special! She’s just basic, " I said and drank the beer.

She is determined to make sure the people of the pack are put to safety before thinking of herself. Her long red hair was braided to her back, her face was painted with a black coal and her blue eyes were glistening out of her pupil while darkness radiated around her eye socket. Her head was marked with a red dot in the middle of her head and her lips were pale and dried. And fighting black robes were stained with the coal and tips were burnt. She is a definition of beautification, the black paint was able to cover her face but not her beauty.

Zevran said. She raised her hands, the flames forming a circle between them. “By my measure, you will burn no more in hunger, but in memory.” The black fire contracted into a single pulse—then exploded outward as pure white. The shockwave swept through the chamber, up the stairs, through the citadel, and across the plains. When it faded, silence reigned. The Black Moon in the sky flickered once, then began to bleed gold. Zevran sank to his knees, pulling Kaelira into his arms. Her skin still glowed faintly, her breathing ragged but steady.

Black took the paper and started reading. Hi my most favourite enemy, I have heard you found your mate. Congratulations. I also heard your mate is so beautiful. I suggest you not to love your mate so much because I am going to snatch her very soon from you. You know humans are very easiy to kill. Take care of your mate. I heard she is a human. After reading this, Black growled loudly in anger. Everyone got on their knees in fear. Black turned and started running towards his pack house. He wanted to see his mate. When he reached home, Angelina's smell lead him towards the garden.

By looking at the scene a sharp pain is spreading over his chest reminding him the innocent beauty is not capable of hurting even a fly from some corner of his heart but his arrogant calculative business mind refuses to believe the poor soul. Alexander Black the only hire of top wealthy family in London with 6.3 feet tall and muscular well built body with the looks of Greek god which he gladly inherited from his father Freddie Black and mother Clara Black. But as we all know looks can be deceiving and that's absolutely right in his case there is a cruel demon hiding beneath this facade of Greek god. His name resembles immense power his word is the law which he can make as well as break accor

Nina Black A name once remembered with admiration, respect and love by the Black family and their pack. She was an ambitious woman who was witty and firm yet was loving, funny and the most gentle and sweet mother to her pups. Nina was a precious gem amongst worthless pebbles and she was cherished and respected greatly, even in the Council by the people in the Council. Now, when her name is even whispered the harsh, callous memories of her madness brought fear into the hearts of many, even the Elders’. It was one of the reasons why the Black family were so feared, even though they’re still cruel and merciless, it was Nina who stained their name with blood.

His eyes, already dark with rage, turn pitch black—the eyes of a wolf who has lost everything and has nothing left to lose. But it's his fur that steals the breath from my lungs. Black. Not the dark brown of a common wolf, not the grey of age or the silver of moonlight. Pure, absolute black just like my Damain wolf—the color of a moonless night, the color of the void between stars. It ripples across his body like liquid shadow, absorbing the torchlight, making him appear less like a living creature and more like a hole in the world. I've heard stories of Gracia's wolf from Damain.