Character Black Beauty Novels & Stories

I had pulled the trigger without blinking. Karl slowly pulled himself up, his crisp clothing dusted with tiny fragments of broken safety glass. He looked down at me, his striking pale grey eyes wild, stripped of all detachment, burning with a dark, terrifying heat. He didn't take the gun from my hand. He reached down, his large, rough hand clamping around the back of my neck, pulling my forehead firmly against his solid chest. His heart was hammering a frantic, violent rhythm against my cheek.

Within seconds, a colossal, magnificent black wolf stood in his place. He was absolutely huge, his shoulders rising nearly level with the iron bars, completely dwarfing her smaller, delicate silver frame. His fur was a dense, impenetrable midnight-black, so incredibly shiny that it seemed to swallow the light of the hearth fire, casting a dark luster across his massive muscles. When he raised his massive head, his glowing amber eyes locked onto her with the absolute, unyielding focus of an apex predator watching its chosen prey.

As my head of guard, she shouldn’t worry herself about any needs other than my need to kill that behemoth. Harriet walked forward when I didn’t respond and ran her fingers down my arm, “Please, sire. Allow me to help you.” She grasped my hand and led me slowly toward the bed, looking back at me with lust in her pale brown eyes. The beast inside of me was on edge still, he needed to let his anger out, and although I refused to release my frustrations on any members of my pack, today he dismissed my usual excuses. The haze of my beast took over and I followed his wishes willingly. I pushed Harriet down on the bed and crawled over her, holding my body just above hers. She writhed underneath me

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

Her eyebrows were thick and arched with confidence, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, yet her smile—when it came—softened her whole face. Her eyes were the kind that held too many stories and not enough time to tell them all, a deep shade of whisky brown with golden flecks that made them look almost... enchanted. But it was more than just beauty. Nina Blackwood had poise. Grace. That enviable quality where she could sit on a stiff leather chair in a corporate office, sip black coffee, and still feel like she was sipping red wine in a rooftop lounge somewhere in Paris. And yet, she wasn’t intimidating. At least not to me. Not anymore.

Josephine Cromwell- or Jossie for short was the most beautiful she-wolf in Rabidcrest pack. Standing at about five eleven, she had the eyes of pearls and the hair of a raven's wing. Her hair touched her stomach in length. She was skinny. Clearly not fed right. That didn't stop her from her beauty. She had pale snow-white skin and plump nude-pink lips. They were kissable. She described them as so once in a mirror. Josephine's favorite color was black and that was all her wardrobe consisted of.

She was dying to see. Adrian shifted, a light engulfed his body and he turned into a black wolf. Scarlett's jaw dropped in awe. Adrian was like a majestic creature standing tall and proud, his muscular frame exuding strength and power. His fur, as black as the midnight sky, gleams with an otherworldly sheen, reflecting the moonlight in a mesmerizing display. As he turned, his eyes, a fiery crimson, burn with an intensity that captivates all who dare to meet his gaze.

Complaining cost too much. Her long hair swung forward as she leaned, brushing her hip and then the damp ground. Even braided, it nearly reached her knees, thick and glossy black like ink poured in moonlight. It should have tangled with twigs and grit and river mud by now. She thought it was unfair that even the forest failed to ruin her. Beauty brought all the wrong attention here. “Faster,” came the sharp voice from the rise behind her. “Do you think Alpha Draven waits for rats like you?”

His hands which covered in with black gloves fell on the table with a bang, startling Grace who shifted on her feet, The rest of the panel made no effort to speak , they speculated, not uttering a word. “Do you only know how to cry?” Mr Black asked getting up from his chair , He walked around the table, coming face to face with Grace. Seeing her up close he was more perplexed, Her beauty was out of this world, Her most striking feature were her eyes, Green like the Emerald stone and enchanting like a forest, it was so beautiful. Her wild brown curls, Her Chalk white skin and Cherry red plump lips were what made her so beautiful. Her lips were so plump that it took everything in him not to wa

It is not her appearance, and I never once paid attention to her appearance, even though she is a girl with a cheerful face, but he loves her laughter, her frown, and every little detail in her, that is the beauty for him. Right.. she doesn't have a wolf and that sometimes makes Black sad because he can't turn and run together in the woods or play together Because he did not expect not even one percent that his Mate would be human, this is rejected in the first place!! That is, if it was not for the thousand herd, the werewolves would wage war on it to separate them But honestly, he and Black his wolf are completely satisfied with her and it doesn't matter if she doesn't have a wolf