Book Black Butterfly Novels & Stories

I nodded as I watched her and followed to sit in on of the two wing backed burgundy leather chairs, table in the middle, at the side of the room. Once settled, she carefully opened the old leather bound book with the most beautiful image of a lotus flower with a letter D woven throughout its petals, a wolf laying the the base burned into it. Mom lovingly ran her fingers over the grooves of the image. “This is the crest of the House of Durand.”, she explained as she handed the book to me. I committed the image to memory, noting that the wolf on the cover looked like Bella. Mom looked at me, a small smile on her face.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

Brinda slowly climbed out of bed, her pulse hammering against her ribs as a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. If Francesco had truly pranked Marshall and Alessia with The Black Book, then they were walking a razor-thin edge of disaster. She could already picture the storm brewing on the horizon, a tempest of blood and vengeance waiting to swallow them whole. She turned sharply toward him, her voice low, uncertain. “Is this really The Black Book?” Francesco, lounging against the headboard, stretched his arm out lazily, dangling the infamous book between his fingers. A knowing smirk played on his lips. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

Nathan told her to keep an eyes —not her hands or anything else— on the men, so that's what she would do. She made to stand, but her gaze caught a black book half buried beneath a pile of other books. The table was scattered with books and it wouldn't have stood out if it didn't look like Nathan had been trying to hide it. She closed her fingers around it and pulled it from beneath the pile. It was a beautiful, shiny matte black book. On it was drawn a tiny picture of a black eagle, with its beak pointed upwards. She longed to know what was in it, but it was locked. She had never seen a book with locks before and that alone intensified her curiosity.

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

Hey beautiful humans. Welcome to The Chiseler BB4 (Blackbook 4) of the Woods series. Have you checked out BB1, BB2, and BB3 yet? If yes, congratulations🙂 if no, pls do check it out. Love you all much much. Your Author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ "The shade, tsk tsk, I don't like it," I said whilst punching my phone. My friends--Marila and Bennie--had managed to pull me out of my cocoon from the comfort of my beddings tenderness on a Saturday afternoon to the Mall out of my very own wish.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

I want to hug her but before I can do that, she already turned her back against me and strongly jumped to advance into the air. “Thank you, Deb. I will devote my life earning for your forgiveness,” I muttered before spreading my black wings into the fullest. I mightily flapped it and flew as fast as I can to attack those elongated black aura of hands coming from the tower called Pandemonium that keep on abducting mages from their respective houses. These black hands are dragging people towards the tower. What these nine higher-ranking demons planning to do?

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.