Book Black Butterfly Novels & Stories

When Willow let me back in front again, I was just staring at the black box she got earlier in Alpha Rick's secret room. I was hesitant to open the black box but I am curious what was inside. The box is 14 inches wide and 8 inches in height. I tried to lift it up and boy it was heavy! I released a long breath and slowly uncovered the black box in anticipation. I was a little bit nervous. A big thick old book greeted me. I take it out and read the big title. The Gifted Hybrid.

Alley said, smiling at me. We walked over and I sat down on the floor next to her. I held out the book and opened the first page to see what the contents were about. "The Blessed." I read out loud. The blessed? I turned the next page to see a man and woman, the man had a white shading while the woman had a black shading, "That could be a white witch and a dark witch.'' Alley said, studying the picture. I looked all over the page until my eyes laid on words that I didn't know how to comprehend at first. "When the light meets the dark a mix of good and evil is born." Um... What does that mean? I tensed a little as I read the words over and over. Alley was scribbling something down on a note

He hung there, suspended upside down over the inferno of the foyer, his face inches from the rising flames. “Victoria! Help me!” he screamed, his voice once again that of a terrified child. I hung from the tapestry, my muscles screaming, watching him dangle. I could see Zander below, moving through the smoke, his gun raised. But then, I saw something else. Behind Daniel, in the shadows of the nursery wing that hadn’t yet been touched by the fire, a door opened. It wasn’t a guard. It wasn’t the police. It was Michael Blackwood. He was holding a small, leather-bound book—the original Vermon ledger. He looked at his son hanging over the fire, and then he looked at me.

In the center of the room stood a massive stone pedestal holding an open, iron-bound book with glowing silver runes carved into its pages. The prince released my hand, slamming his palm directly against the side of the pedestal. A deep, groaning rumble vibrated through the mountain. The heavy stone floor beneath our boots shifted sideways, opening a dark, vertical fissure in the rock wall that revealed a pale sliver of real, moonlit night sky from the outer cliffs. "The cliffside escape," the prince breathed out, turning to me with a fierce, triumphant grin. "Outside the pack's outer wards. Beyond their scent-lines."

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

It is better to prevent that fr happening. Since I am the only one left in the house, I just read some books from the library. Yeah, you heard that right. Library. Miss Fatima is a bibliophile. My dad wants her to be happy so dad built a libraru inside this house. Miss Fatima said that they bought over a thousand books. "Hmm. What will I read?" I asked myself. At last, I get The Great Gatsby. I remember, when I was still a child, Rhea forces me to read this book instead of reading children's book. She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life.

It then next displayed when I bought my house and lived alone ever since. "It's not fair!" I whispered, tears squeezing out of my eyes. "It's the world, Becca. Black might be your brightest colour. Bullying might shield you from hurt, turns out hurt is your only lover." She whispered, too, nowhere to be seen. My mind flashed, invisible lights in the room flickering, dimming, the walls closing. What was happening? "Are you sure?" I heard her ask. "Sure of what? What's happening?" "Isn't there anyone who can turn your tables. Didn't you meet a certain him that made you feel different, alive? Loved?"

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

I question. “You’re upset about something,” he suggests gently. “My mother is really sick, and everyone’s saying she won’t live much longer, I’m scared because I don’t want to be alone. But your story did help me to not feel so bad,” I say with a small smile. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You never told me your name,” I say carefully. “My name is Neron Black. I’m a blacksmith who works in the city. What’s your name, little man?” He asks, bending down to my level.