Blackheart Agatha Novels & Stories

If you practiced you could be rewarded with thing such as wealth and like Agatha here, youth. “Who else have you talked to about my mate?” “No-one I swear. Whoever she is someone went to great lengths to hide her. I believe there to be a reason, but I don’t know it” I smiled as I nodded. Standing up I walked towards Agatha who stood clutching her pendant. No charm was going to protect her from her fate. Extending my claws, I swiped them across her throat. She screamed as she fell to the floor blood leaking through her fingers. Blood pooled around her as she slowly bled out. Turning to face the door her screams began to die out as I left. She should have known what was coming the moment I ste

Chris didn't want to stop or hold her back. "You're right. At first, I really didn't want to see other people die. I was also in a bad state mentally after losing my baby. But now, I even want to see you suffer and die slowly with the pain I've been feeling!" Agatha pulled out the knife that was still stuck in Elena's thigh. "Arrghhh! Help! Agatha, please, heal me first!" Agatha smiled dismissively, then burst out laughing. "Hahaha are you begging for mercy under my feet right now?"

It's not like I was actually going to be with Cato, not when he is a lying Manipulative Little twit and not to mention my best friend's mate! My mom even tried to take Agatha from me but i was never going to give her I Placed a spell On her no one can touch Agatha But me and Dimitrius and if I don't get a new heart Agatha will disappear from my neck and be with Dimitrius forever no one can touch it but him so I know that no one will take her from him.

“He just lost the woman he loved for his whole life. They literally grew up together.” Xavier nodes his head before his eyes fall on his own sister. “And you? How are you? How are you holding up?” “Honestly?” Agatha starts, chuckling to herself bitterly. “I feel…dead. Like a part of me is dead. And I don’t mean it metamorphically. I literally feel dead. All this time, I never really knew that I could feel a second heartbeat; I just thought it was mine. But now that she’s…gone, I don’t feel it anymore. It just…stopped. Nothing. And it makes me feel like I’m gone too.”

I turn my head. She stands at the far end of the room, not hiding, not looming, simply existing with the confidence of someone who knows no one in this world can touch her. Her hair is a waterfall of black shot through with streaks of silver, not age, but power. Her eyes are pale, almost luminescent, like frost mourning the sun. Seraphine. Agatha’s mother. A dark witch of the oldest covens. And the one who stole me from the battlefield. Her lips twitch, not a smile. More like curiosity wearing the shape of one.

" Agatha didn't flinch. She didn't even blink. She just sighed, a sound of pure boredom, as she reached into her designer bag and pulled out a slim, silver case. She took her time lighting a cigarette, the smoke curling around her perfectly sculpted face like a serpent. "Well," she said, her voice dropping into a low tone. "Since you want to be a pain in my ass, I'll be blunt." She stepped closer, the heels clicking on the marble until she was close enough for me to see the malicious glint in her eyes. "I’m pregnant," she whispered. "And I do not know which of you it is. Either you... or Jacob."

Her eyes were looking at Elva with deep hatred. Elva shook her head. Agatha lunged at Elva and bit into her shoulder. On her fangs was her son’s drip of blood. “OUCH! OW!” screeched Elva. Agatha was smiling as her canine elongated and sank deep into the evil woman’s flesh. Her fangs stretched all the way down to where Elva’s heart was. She dug deeply until she was where she wanted. The center of Elva’s heart. And in the placement of her heart’s chambers, she placed her son’s blood.

I picked up his attention and he responded, " What type of truce? " "Whatever you want, in exchange for my dad". Without stalling, I declared my intentions. He looked at my face. "Agatha, Do you know what you're about to do?". "Yes, I know, so please tell me", I answered his question. And so he said. "Fine. In exchange for your dad, I ask for you in marriage, become my Queen, Agatha".

Only now that I realized how close we are to each other, and if only he’s breathing like a normal human would, then maybe I already inhaled his breath… Just a few inches away and I’m sure that our lips will finally collide. “I’m sorry, but this must be some kind of mistake. I am not Heather. I am Agatha,” I introduced myself, hoping that it will wake his senses. But that didn’t even help me out. He placed his palms on the walls, pressing it with much desire as he leans in, and I froze, feeling his lips near my earlobes. “Heather… I finally found you. After centuries of waiting…” He whispered through my ears, inhaling the vanilla scent that I put on myself earlier this morning.

Gray walked past Adrian who called to his attention but he immediately brushed them off and walked to Leez. " How I missed you Leez," Mr Gray said as he kissed the back of her hands. Mr Gray was an internationally accredited films director having several production companies. Everything he touched turned into gold. He was also known to be single, having openly acknowledged that the woman he loved had been snatched by another man, but he was still hopeful for the day he'd get her back.