Character Black Beauty Novels & Stories

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.

Her short black hair frames her face and is cut just above her chin, her light brown eyes look like they’re shining from the adrenaline she’s feeling, and from her smirk I can see a deep dimple in her left cheek. Her voice is taunting as she says, “Well, well, well, if isn’t Penelope Fox’s daughter, the new white wolf.” She gives an over exaggerated pout as she says, “Looks like she got caught in the wolf’s den.” My eyes flicker around me, I need something to help me get leverage. Her eyes look wild, and I know this is Beatrix Black, but I find it odd how much more wild and unhinged she looks compared to her brother who had been cursed.

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

I took the file, opened it, and saw the name of this maid: Pyra Ruby Blackwood. It read. Picking up the photograph of Pyra Blackwood, I watched her portrait clearly. She was beautiful. With her mop of red hair cascading down her back, perfectly accentuating her delicate and soft face, framed by a high cheekbone. A smile was plastered on her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes; her dull crimson eyes lacked it, seemingly to hold a story of their own. Her skin was as pale, shimmering like fallen snow in the winter.

I gulped as I drank her beauty. She's the kind that'll make you stop and just stare. Gawk at her and think of a million ways on how can you please her. Long black hair, lithe, and willowy features. Black eyes, flawless skin, and a body that made me almost drop on my knees. Fine small tits, a flat stomach, and an ass perfectly made for grabbing. My Monstrous was suddenly awoke. Curious.

"But seriously, you're really beautiful." Carla's cheeks grew even redder as she smiled at me. I knew I was on the right track, and I couldn't wait to see where this would go. As I bandaged up her wounds and helped her to her feet, I couldn't help but feel a little bit closer to getting what I wanted. "It's such a pity Richard lost such a beautiful woman." I forced my hand on her cheek and she closed her eyes, resting it on my palm. "Mr. Black, what are you doing to me?" She moaned in a low voice. "This is not part of the contract." She declared.

Here was home, with Morgan, with Jones, with Leo…speaking of Leo, where was he? “Gold, with a tinge of silver swirling just beneath the surface, and they are beautiful, I can't seem to take my eyes off them,” he said quietly, licking his lips, interrupting my chaotic train of thought. I could see the desire in his eyes, because his own eyes had turned pure black. I never believed I could see beauty by just looking in one's eyes, but it was there, thick black calling out to me. I had never in my mind thought about wolves, or knew they existed, but now it was all I could think of.

Previous girl? "Oh I see you've met Josh's mum," as if on queue, Beauty walks right in, holding three bags in her hands. "That's his mum–" "Step mum. She's obviously white and Joshua is black. But she has always been a big poke nose, avoid her," Beauty warned. "Yeah. I noticed," I still looked towards the lady's direction. "Anyway, have you found your boyfriend?" She asked, putting on a black pair of glasses and looking in the mirror.

The plunging V-neckline highlighted her delicate collarbones, and her usual casual waves had been swept up, revealing her slender, ivory neck. She was breathtakingly beautiful, like a goddess of love and beauty descending straight from Mount Olympus. That rare mix of strength and fragility in her aura was magnified at this moment, enough to drive every Alpha in the Southern Alliance mad. And the key? Black. The exact shade from my dreams. Oh, dear Ashley, you're tormenting me—haunting me from dreams into reality. You don't have to do a thing. Just standing there, you are enough to make me and my wolf lose control.