Black Female Sci Fi Author Novels & Stories

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Raven I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me. Today was the day I would return to Black Stone Group, not as the dutiful wife Emerson expected, but as a woman with a plan. My hair was neatly styled, and my makeup was flawless, every detail carefully crafted to present myself as the perfect, composed wife of the Alpha. But beneath this polished exterior, a storm brewed. This wasn’t just about showing up for work. It was about plotting my revenge, learning Emerson’s secrets, and slowly tearing down the world he thought he controlled.

He walked back to the Don's building and met the Don having fun with his call bitch in the clan, Kristen. Kristen was the bitch whom the Don calls when he's frustrated or angry or just needs to get a load off. She was a mobster in the clan and was quite skilled. Being the Don's call bitch, she carried herself with an air and would always bully the weaker mobsters or the maids. As soon as Daniel walked in, the boss ordered Kristen out. She grumbled in displeasure, but a look from the Don had her comported. She glared hatefully at Daniel before storming off with her dress in hand.

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.

Their soft wails filled the sterile room as if the sound itself sought to cut through the mansion’s cold silence. But there would be no rescue, no salvation. Soon, a woman in a white lab coat, her nameplate showing, Dr. Ana Blackwood walked among the cribs, her eyes scanning the infants with a detached clinical focus. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly, her face pale and expressionless. She had been with the Black Order for decades now, her loyalty and her role in Project Regen the Elixir of Youth were pivotal. She was no stranger to death or suffering—it was merely a part of her work now.

She closed her notebook immediately, giving me her full attention. "I want to write," I continued, the words gaining strength as they came out. "Fiction. Intense stories, dark worlds, romances where women like me can exist without being defined only by the pain they suffered. Characters who are more than their scars, who can use what they’ve lived as power instead of just as weight." Dr. Vance stayed quiet for a moment, and I recognized her silence — not the controlled professional one of someone formulating a therapeutically appropriate response, but the one of someone genuinely moved by something.

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, Noah looked around himself skeptically, as if he could see through the thick veil of darkness to the entity hiding within. “My name is BLK-043, and I am a highly advanced artificial intelligence working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. You may call me Black.” Black didn’t wait for Noah to respond, “Cradle, the world you used to live in, is but one small world among countless other worlds that exist in this multiverse, all of which are under our management.

I said. “Are you seriously still holding on to that lie?” My beta huffed. “Everyone present that day knew that Khalis lied and tried to set Zell up to be kidnapped and forcefully mated. How are you the only one still convinced that Zell did anything wrong? You know, Zell actually has evidence against Khalis. The only reason she did not let her mom or the other kill Khalis is because she is waiting to deal with her after she has her pup. She stated as much in front of everyone and Khalis turned white as a ghost. Khalis knows Zell is coming for her. That’s why she is trying so hard to become Luna. She wants the protection of the pack. Just know this, I will never stand with such a treacherous

The lady next to her is dressed in a dress just like it, except hers is black. "Welcome all to my home. I am the mother of the Alpha Kings, Ethan and Aiden Black. My name is Elena Black. Beside me are the Alpha Queen Kayla Black and my son's mate. The Kings of South Carolina will not be present for this summit as they are attending to a pressing issue. In replacement of them, my grandsons, the current Alphas of The Black Alder pack." She explains. Suddenly, three very attractive triplets approach the stage, and I feel Royal walking back and forth in my head. I ask what's wrong, but she doesn't say anything. One of the men began to speak.