Black Female Sci Fi Author Novels & Stories

“Just did.” “Sorry. Still not quite up to snuff. You’ll let her know, won’t you?” Ron gave an almost-sincere smile before heading to his office. I dropped the manuscript on my desk with a thump and sighed. Joy Needermeyer, author of a fantastic sci-fi novel, was a sixty-eight-year-old woman from a teensy little town not far from June Lake. I’d been pushing for Ron to take her on for months, and he kept brushing me off.

Just send me a message request mentioning the title of the book and I'll reply, that way it will be faster. My F******k name: Authoress Gaelly

Whatever’s left she actually uses to write books that may or may not bring her a few precious gold coins to support her lifestyle. Author Alexia Praks: www.alexiapraks.com Author Bella Chan: www.authorbellachan.com

About the Author Nethaniah Miesha (Author's pen name) is an eighteen year old college student who's been fond of written literature and novels since her childhood. Even though she's been a fan of writing stories, she couldn't find the motivation to finish a story until 'What is Love?'. She believes that her writing has a purpose and that she's writing for a reason.

Author's Note ******************* Hello!! Welcome to the world of Kenzo Kareem Black and Arianna Keyra Williams. I am ZARONI-EVAS your author and thanks for picking interest in my book. I don't know how to write the long dos and don'ts, we are all adults and should know the right thing to do. I entertain criticism as long as it's constructive. feel free to share your thoughts about the book. For any message or ideas, you have to contact me

] ​The Arrival of the Shadow-Author ​From the violet haze stepped a woman who made the "Re-Boot" look like a child’s drawing. She wasn't a character; she was a Force of Nature. She wore a sharp, tailored trench coat and carried a red pen that looked like a surgical scalpel. Her eyes weren't blue or amber; they were the cold, obsidian black of someone who had lived through the "Muted Years" of a writer’s obsession.

"It's fake! It's black magic! A witch's illusion! She's fooling all of you!" She pointed at me, her face twitching uncontrollably. "You're a male Alpha! You raped me! I'm pregnant!" "It has to be black magic! Seize her! Seize that monster!" Her voice cracked, but I didn't look at her. I couldn't be bothered to waste another word. I closed my eyes and unleashed the full force of the Alpha presence I had suppressed for ten years. A shockwave of power erupted from me. It was the absolute dominance only an ancient pureblood could command. A palpable pressure swept from me, instantly filling every corner of the three-story hall.

Her words still weigh heavy in my head. But how does she know? Is Elara truly the antagonist now? Or is she working with the author instead? She can't be the author, it won't make any sense. Or is that just what she wants me to think? Either way, I know one thing for sure. Elara’s not just another character. She’s part of this story. And maybe… she remembers how it ends too.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

Fluid, confident, with an awareness of their surroundings that seemed almost supernatural. Because it was supernatural. "Welcome to Blackwood Industries," Adrian said. "The world's first werewolf-owned tech empire, dedicated to protecting supernatural beings from people like Kyle Harrison." A woman approached them—tall, elegant, with silver-streaked hair and the kind of presence that commanded attention without effort. She looked at Zara with interest and something that might have been recognition. "So this is the famous Zara Chen," she said, her voice carrying a slight accent Zara couldn't place. "The young woman who created artificial intelligence capable of recognizing our kind."