Black Ophelia Novels & Stories

I wonder where it’s all gone wrong, she’d always been an angel, she’d always been so loving… As I cross the threshold, turning to give her my last words, the silence is replaced by a sound that reverberates off the walls of the hallways, causing both Cheryl and I to flinch simultaneously: A banshee-like screech. “Luna, help!” I cringe inwardly at being called Luna after being denounced, but my instincts—old, stupid instincts—kick in as a figure scampers around the corner. It's an Omega maid, Ophelia, in her usual faded, powder blue dress with white polka dots. “Ma—Ma—” Ophelia tries to force the words out, collapsing a step from the doorframe, her hands clutching her chest.

The next day, Ophelia woke up groaning in pain, her head pounding with a sharp headache. She looked around and realized she had fallen asleep still in the same spot from last night. When she tried to stand up, her body stiffened, and her knees ached. She summoned her courage and crawled back to the room. She slowly stood back on her feet and entered the bathroom stripped naked, she put on the shower making it wet her body. She emerged from the bathroom, her soft black hair dripping wet, framing her heart-shaped face like a dark halo. Her warm, White skin glistened with dewy freshness, radiating a natural glow.

If you throw in Morningstar’s twisted views about preserving their family line, and well—why wouldn’t he want his female heir? I bit the tip of my tongue so hard I partially severed it. Guess I’d have a lisp until it healed. Taking advantage of the pain, and blood, I licked my teeth and grinned at Nova, who turned a shade of green I actually found quite nice. “Anyway,” Ophelia said sharply, cutting a fierce look my way that made my heart beat a bit faster. “My ability isn’t exactly working right. The demon—Kaelith—was supposed to be my test subject.”

She looked familiar; where have I seen her before? “Ophelia,” Aurora hissed. I looked at the woman, Ophelia. No wonder she looked familiar. Natalie’s mother. Ophelia smiled, dressed in all black. She is extremely revealing, and even her makeup is dark, with smokey eyes and dark lipstick. She looks like a dark witch. Is she using dark magic? She looks too pale and dark, and her aura is dark. “Dark magic,” Aurora whispered with horror on her face. So I was right. She looked at Aurora.

, Damon asked. “Take it off. Please” “Who are you!?” Damon said louder. “Make it stop!”, she said tearing the headphones from her ears. “Who are you?”, Damon sled one last time. Ophelia regained herself before replying. “I am a Xylnn”. Ophelia had expected that after telling Damon what she was, an iota of realization would set in but it didn’t. “For an Alpha, he isn’t all fireworks upstairs”, Bre commented.

My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just as I was starting to feel anxious, Melissa appeared out of nowhere. “Well, well, well, if it isn't the sneaky outcast,” she taunted. “You really don’t know when to give up, do you?” I ignored her, my eyes elsewhere. “You’re pathetic, you know that?” she continued, stepping closer. “You think just because Elliot looks at you, you’re worth something? Newsflash, Ophelia—you’re not.” I bit my lip, refusing to let her see how much her words hurt. “Just leave me alone, Melissa.”

The darkness never brought harm to any of them and it proved it's services by providing them with a perfect opportunity to bury one of their own. Her name was Ophelia. Luna to the Silver Moon pack and a mother to all who came her way. No one expected her death. Infact,no one expected her to die the way that she did. Her personal servant had gone to remind her of her daily evening stroll and had found her in bed, foaming from the mouth. She had panicked and had reported to the Alpha, straight away. When the pack doctor had been invited,he acknowledged her dead and had noticed her closed fist. On opening it,two silver pills were found.

she explained, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her cup. Olivia, sensing that Veronica might need to release those memories, asked gently, "Would you like to talk about it?" For a moment, Veronica was silent, staring down at her cup as though lost in thought. Then she sighed deeply and began. "Ophelia was 3 years older than me; she was vibrant and full of life. She was the popular one, always surrounded by people, always shining. I used to look up to her. But she changed when she met a man... James." She paused, her jaw tightening slightly. "He was much older than her. Ophelia was just 18, and our parents disapproved. They said he wasn’t right for her. But for some reason, Ophel

"I can leave you now, if that's what you want." "It's not that, Lord Eros, it's just—" But her words are interrupted when the door opens. "Okay, Cara, you've been looking skinny as fuck so I thought—" Ophelia stands there, eyes wide with shock, holding a gyros platter in both hands. She's curvy, with thick dark hair, tan skin, and big brown eyes. She blinks rapidly, staring at me on my knees in front of Cara, and Cara with her legs spread and her tights on the floor.

But there was also a look of desperation on her face and her eyes were pleading with me to stay, not to leave again. “So, what, you’re just going to leave? Angry and hateful and blaming everyone else. Just like how you left me and Ophelia that day.” I was right. Her mind was stuck on that day, the day I’d left. But just like then, I couldn’t go back on my words or way of thinking. I’d come too far, and my hatred had grown too powerful. So, I shrugged her hand off of me and took a step away from her before saying, “Ophelia? You expect me to be grateful to someone like her? After all she’s done in her past?” I was now angrier than I’d been before, and I could feel the hatred overtake me once a