Black Beauty The Novel Novels & Stories

I guess I’ll stick with hating him, after all, I have always hated him so this doesn’t change anything. A few hours after we left Washington, we arrived at Castle Black. I set an alarm on my phone to remind me to use my spray before it fades away. It lasts for only one hour so I had to spray often to keep my scent hidden. When I first heard that Alpha Dominic built a castle and name it castle Black, I thought it would look like a hinted Castle with eerie shadows in the dark and echoes of ghost voices. My mind already conjured several pictures of what his Castle would look like, but when we stepped down from the car, I could hold in the gasp that escaped from my mouth as I marvelled at the be

Black said. “No…Mr. Black! Don’t say that. That’s the greatest favor. I have everything that I want to have in my life. A beautiful girlfriend a son, a beautiful family and the business which is just enough for me. I can easily profit from that. I don’t think I lack anything. I have everything,” he said. I don’t know why but I felt so much proud when I heard that. It took me some seconds to realize if he was the same person whom I had met at first. He was obviously not the same person.

Alessandra Benjamin It was a matter of a few seconds when I heard the crackling of bones, snapping of joints, and popping of canines… And then King Noah James bent down and transformed into a big black furry beast staring at me with those beautiful golden eyes. “Abramo!” I whispered. I knew King Noah must be pulling his hair by now. The way I called Abramo without adding King must have made him furious. The black wolf started moving forward and came closer.

Rolling my eyes, I got up. ''I know someone is there. Either you show yourself or leave. I suggest you chose the latter!'' I barked angrily. I could smell a wet dog probably its just the wet stuffy scent of the rain mixed with wood. I need not ask anymore. A big, black wolf with golden eyes emerged from behind the bushes. I gasped at how big it was, dark as the night. It was darker than black.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

Calla looked at the title of the book again. “What could this mean?” “Owning Black River” Calla was confused. She couldn't think of why Owning Black River would actually mean but on faith, she believes that will come again. The plan in the book is from the era of the previous Alpha and that is even more confusing. She looked at the page inside the book that was wrapped, it says “Eat with the wicked if it helps your dream,” “What could his dream be?” Calla wondered. Then owning Black River came to mind

Author's POV: “ Mom? “ Black murmured then opened his eyes slowly when he felt a heavy thing on his waist. He explored his eyes and realized that he's still in that room earlier. He might’ve fallen asleep a little. Seems like the heavy thing on his waist was his mother’s hand. “ Don’t wake your mom yet young boy… “ He tilted his head and saw his father in the right side of his mother. So, his mother may have fallen asleep earlier with him. Black looked at Fergus once again. He observed him. He’s making a signal to lower his voice so that his mother won’t wake up. But why does his mom fall asleep? Maybe this old man didn’t make her mommy sleep in peace last night. Did this old man bit his mom

Blackwheel faced Nwakaego who was still looking amazed with the thoughts that he had came back for both of them. "Nkechi said you are beautiful," Nwakaego said. "Men are handsome while women are beautiful," Blackwheel corrected, trying not to make an impression to both of them. "True!" Nneka agreed. For the next ten minutes, they walked silently and the silence made Blackwheel to remember his wife and children in England. He could hear the fire singing in the furnace back in his home in England. He could hear the sound of his daughters playing close to their mother, Mrs. Blackwheel and telling her that they were going to be the next queen of England. He could hear their servants asking his w

I say darkly. We start leaving the area, intent on heading back to Chicago. I need to go home and wash this disgusting place off of me. At that moment, we hear the mournful screams of a woman. The pain she is in, and the wailing sounds cause the entire forest to go quiet. Out of nowhere, the sky turns pitch black, thunder cracks, rain pours harder than anything I have ever seen. If the rain pours any more it will cause a flood in the mountains. She sounds insane with grief.

Sudden heat woke Miguel from sleep. He was still very dazed, but saw an unearthly beautiful woman approaching him, her brown curls flowing down the bare shoulders, an olive shade, as was the rest of her skin. The woman's eyes were black with a clearly visible desire in them, her lips were full, pink, arranged in a wonderful smile. The features were perfect, making her the most beautiful woman Miguel had ever seen in his life. Then his attention was drawn to her figure - so streamlined, full of wonderful feminine shapes, but at the same time slim, with perfect size. She was beautiful, like a woman from a dream... Miguel really thought he was dreaming because it couldn't be real, she had to be