Black Ophelia Novels & Stories

The kind that makes your spine stiffen and your instincts scream run before your brain understands why. Subject 07. He was tall, lean, wearing the old Academy combat uniform — the one retired after the first Halo disaster. His skin was marked with silver veins, pulsing faintly beneath the surface like live wires. His eyes? Black. No whites. No pupils. Just void. “Ophelia Wolfe,” he said, voice flat, mechanical. “You are not authorized to carry Halo data outside the Observation Chamber.” Ophelia narrowed her gaze. “I wasn’t aware my own memories were property.”

It was unclear what buttons or controls he manipulated, but soon enough, the call was connected to the television screen, revealing the face of a woman. The woman was adorned in a red robe embellished with intricate gold designs, while a white scarf gracefully enveloped her hair. She had the look of an evil wicked stepmother. The woman couldn’t see them since the tablet was originally with Uncle Ben and the camera was facing only him. "You must be curious, I presume... I am Ophelia, also known as Madame Ophelia," she proclaimed, her voice resonating through the room. Raven's brow furrowed in confusion. The name Ophelia didn't ring a bell, and judging by the confused expressions of Uncle Ben

“Ophelia is the daughter of a succubus and a wolf, that you know. Both of her parents have always been alphas. 50 years ago, her mother was declared Queen. The strongest of the strong, not just ruling over succubi, but all forms of vampire. Her father is the alpha of the Blood Moon pack.” “The largest in the world,” Nathaniel whispered. “Indeed,” Luke continued. “Ophelia is heir to both worlds. That makes her the biggest threat to the status quo and puts the biggest target on her back. As does the fact she was born Selene.” “But she isn’t THE Selene, is she?” “Not as such.” “That’s what she said, what does that even mean?”

"Please tell me you found her, please." Polly eyes stung with tears as she shook her head. "No no no no no." Ivory sobbed as she fell to her knees. Three days is when the police are searching for a body, but for black girls, that is much much shorter. "Mrs. Smith, we'll find her-" Just as Polly finished her sentence, a car door was opened and closed. Everyone looked to the direction of the sound and only to see an extremely confused Ariel wearing an emerald green dress and bow. Confused, but safe.

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

Suddenly, a wave of panic washed over me as I slowly retreated from her. Something was wrong. I let my belt drop to the floor, and scrubbed my hand over my face before I moved closer to her. "Ophelia," I shook her again. This time, her head tilted to face me, but a shiver raced down my spine when I observed her motionless face; her face was deathly pale and her lips were a sickeningly blue hue. "Ophelia," I whispered, cupping her face as my eyes and mouth gaped in a mixture of fright and guilt.

I woke up famous. Not the good kind. Not the kind where people admire you. The kind where people watch you. Every move. Every step. Every breath. Because by the time I stepped out of my dorm that morning, my name wasn’t just Zara Corven anymore. It was Zara Corven-Damon Thorne’s girlfriend just like the other day. And apparently… That meant something at Blackthorn. A lot. The stares started before I even made it down the hallway.

They both speak the words at the exact same time and if I had any doubts before about him being her brother then they have all quickly disappeared. "Holly moon goddess!" Sophia chimes out as she runs towards Emma and Theo and pulls them both into a hug. "I can't believe this, it's a miracle!" Jake happily sings out but I'm still standing here in silence. Theo steps back from the hug and opens a zip on the stomach of the blue dinosaur and pulls out what appears to be a picture before handing it to Emma. She takes it from him and her face is instantly streaming with tears, I go to step towards her but she beats me to it and literally runs into my arms while loud hard sobs wreck her body.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***