Black Female Sci Fi Writer Novels & Stories

“She has the gift of sight.” At this, the beautiful woman, Lilandra lifts her eye patch for all to see and I have to bite my lip from gasping aloud. Her entire eyeball is black, like the abyss. As much as I try to look away, I cannot help but stare. Her black eye has the pull of a black hole, the grip of the primordial seed that gave birth to the universe and power emanates from it. It is terrifying as it is beautiful. From far away, I hear Hunter speak and I quickly tear my gaze away. This woman, this Lilandra is no ordinary Gamma. She is a witch.

He has recently finished his most recent novel Broken Night and is at work on a new one. Danielle McNeill: Danielle McNeill is an author who writes paranormal/supernatural, which include vampires and werewolves, and ghosts. Her works include The Immortals Saga vampire series and the Bane Werewolf Colony series. She’s working on a revenge crime series of short stories and a science fiction series. She’s a graduate of Full Sail University with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment. She has experience with script writing, comic writing and game writing. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading books specifically paranormal romance novels and watching anime. She

, 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.

She wasn’t. “Who is she?” I asked one of my men, my voice low. “New player. Claims to run weapons out of Odessa. Calls herself Sabrina.” Sabrina. A lie, of course. But a good one. She moved like a woman with blood on her hands, like someone who had seen the worst this world could offer and made it her home. “Let her through,” I said. “I want to see what she’s selling.” I leaned back in my chair, watching as she made her way toward the VIP section.

Chapter Thirty-Eight – What scout? Rihanna’s POV That was close. We had just been ambushed by more Red Moon warriors when I felt the energy of four powerful wolfs. I wanted to shift and get ready to handle it but two of the four's energy felt very familiar. Jonah’s and the Beta’s. It was at that point I remembered Camilla told me the Alpha of Black Rose was paying Your Silver a visit. It was expedient I dodge and make Dara tell a horrendous lie.

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.

“WE HAVE TO LEAVE!” The ground cracked. Black liquid poured through the fractures. Subject One stared at it. “That doesn't look good.” The liquid climbed upward. Against gravity. It formed a figure. Female. Tall. Featureless. The barefoot girl fell to her knees. “No…” The black figure turned toward her. Then toward Architect Zero. Then Mother Zero appeared spontaneously beside them. Her body flickered. She looked at the black figure. “UNKNOWN ENTITY.” Architect Zero shook his head. “No, Mother.”

The higher the floor, the more challenging reaching it would be. By now, James had been in the Demon Realm for many years. Meanwhile, a woman sat in a lotus position somewhere on Earth. The surrounding area was a ruinous wasteland and dark clouds covered the sky. The woman had a mesmerizing face and long black hair that danced with the winds. She wore a black dress, and fearsome energy emanated from her body. Standing nearby was another woman in white. The woman in white was the Chamber of Scriptures’ custodian. On the other hand, the woman in black was Thea.