Black Lagoon Female Characters Novels & Stories

"Who are you?" One of the figures stepped forward into the dim, flickering light of a bioluminescent moss growing on the tunnel walls. It was a woman, her skin mapped with glowing white veins that matched the color of her eyes. She wore a tattered Lagos-style headwrap, but it was reinforced with carbon-fiber plating. "We are the ones your mother forgot to finish," she said, her voice a hollow, metallic echo. "They call me Sora. And if you’re wearing that stone, it means the countdown has already begun."

Crouched to the level of the woman sitting against the far wall — the gold-eyed one, the one who hadn't moved toward the door. "You're safe," Aria said. The woman looked at her. At her eyes — gold, like her own. At the thing in them that was different from every other person who had come through that door. "My name is Aria Blackthorne," Aria said. "Royal Luna. And I am not leaving anyone in this basement." The woman's jaw moved. Once. She pressed her lips together. Her eyes stayed on Aria's face with the specific focused intensity of someone confirming that what they're seeing is real and not the kind of thing that has happened before in dreams that ended badly.

Guiding. “You’ll get your reward,” he said. “But not yet. First, you learn.” The greenhouse door creaked. I stiffened, my body jerking in the water. A woman stepped inside. Tall. Curves wrapped in nothing but lace. Her dark skin shimmered under the candlelight, her nipples pierced with silver bars, and her eyes—God—her eyes were painted with black kohl and something wicked. She looked like sin walked out of a magazine. Vittorio smirked. “This is Lyra.”

This was so unlike him. Athena came back to the girls and found Abigail introducing the other women she saw with her earlier. She couldn't see their faces clearly before. She saw the girl Savannah, she was beautiful with her black hair and fair complexion. She was Asian, probably Korean. She was cute. She wasn't very tall but she had a beautiful figure. Athena smiled at the girl and averted her eyes from the other woman. The woman whose name she came to know was Lily, was beautiful. She had a pair of ocean-blue eyes, dark brown hair, fair skin and an oval-shaped face. She was quite tall, probably one or two inches taller than Athena. She was beautiful. Too beautiful to be exact.

The black goddess utter in rage and I see how she stands and raise her hand. Leo, Vlash and Flora simultaneously attacks her but since the black goddess is now as weak than before they are able to wound her but she can still dodge some of their attacks. I watch them on the side as I look to the direction of Queen Veronica to see her still holding Lana who is breathing as hard and is slowly dying in pain. “Do you think you are a match of me? I am a goddess; you can wound this body but not me.” Screams the black goddess still laughing like a derange lunatic.

She needed to get out of here. But there was nowhere else to run. Cells surrounded them, piled around the small, original structure that had held Lily and Efaffion. They’d stacked some on top, and tiny portals – less than a quarter of the size than the ones Lily was somewhat used to – hovered at the base of each corner. Magical stairs, she thought, almost wanting to laugh in delirium. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t real. “Lils? There’s a woman over there. Black hair, yellow eyes. That her?”

Watching. _*]:min-w-0"> Not the creature from before. Not a student. Something else. _*]:min-w-0"> Luna's mark flared. The light shot out. Connected to the figure like a thread. _*]:min-w-0"> The figure stepped forward. Into the moonlight. _*]:min-w-0"> A woman. Beautiful and terrible. Eyes like molten silver. Hair black as the spaces between stars. _*]:min-w-0"> She smiled. "Hello, little Eclipse. I've been waiting for you."

A woman emerged into the light. She was a tall, elegant woman, with steel in her spine. Her existence was a knife at the neck, serrated and unmoving. Her hair was dark and tumbled in loose waves, her eyes hard and unforgiving. I recognized her immediately. Because legends lingered even in exile. Lilith Blackmoor. Jameson remarked under his breath. “Oh, fantastic. It’s her.” Soraya stiffened. “She’s dangerous.”

When the old dock finally appeared through the trees, the sky had turned the color of bruised peaches. Lila waited at the far end under the single floodlight, flanked by eight women in black leather. Whips hung at their hips. Each carried a small remote. Lila’s smile was sharp enough to cut glass. “You came,” she called, her voice carrying over the lapping waves. “Naked and collared. Leaking like the desperate little fucktoys you are. How touching.” Jenna stepped forward first, the others close behind in tight formation. Cum glistened on her thighs and breasts. The five collars glowed in perfect sync.

Her hands folded neatly in front of her as if she too was hesitant or nervous. The air becomes thick and stifling as more bodies enter. I looked around to find Mike, Rhett, Hunji, Tobias, Kellen, Tala, and Lyric joining Morgan, myself, Leneve, Crimson, and Ashe. I said I would do anything. So, I did. I stepped into the pool of water and let the coolness of the glowing pond surround us, holding Lamia close against my chest. I look down upon her angelic face, wiping the remains of blood from her mouth and chin. Her skin is dull and grey now. Her body is lifeless and limp.