Characters In Black Beauty Novels & Stories

Alessandra Benjamin It was a matter of a few seconds when I heard the crackling of bones, snapping of joints, and popping of canines… And then King Noah James bent down and transformed into a big black furry beast staring at me with those beautiful golden eyes. “Abramo!” I whispered. I knew King Noah must be pulling his hair by now. The way I called Abramo without adding King must have made him furious. The black wolf started moving forward and came closer.

“She made her choice, Beatrice. We’ve got to move—Velan’s scouts could be on us any second!” I nod, tears stinging, but my legs wobble as we stagger forward. Then I see them, Alarica the massive black Friesian unicorn with a rainbow crystal horn gleaming in the moonlight, and Charlie, my tri-colored dog, brown, white, and black, with those deep eyes that always seem to see right through me. He’s wagging his tail, but I hear his voice in my head, smooth and teasing, “Well, well, Beatrice, my sweet hybrid queen, you’re a sight for sore eyes. And Alarica, those legs, that horn it’s simply divine!”

I repeated annoyed, the last thing I needed was to talk to Black right now. "He's not available either I'm sorry", it wasn't possible , what did I have to do to be able to leave on a damn horse. Still, suddenly I saw that in one of the corrals they had a pretty wild horse and I couldn't help but see the beauty of that beautiful animal. He was black; his coat shone with its own light , he was wild and would not let anyone ride him , jet black and beautiful, I approached the corral and Felix saw me with eyes that I am sure he saw my intentions.

Beasty emerges in Isabella's presence for the first time ever, unlike the one she had witness in her dream, Beasty was very ugly and unbelievably huge. His fangs long and Sharp while his mouth was too wide for his face. Isabella could only gasped and cringe in great shock at the Beast she had been living with for the past few months. Sidney's Beast was not at all different from Hayden's but unlike Beasty which is black , his was white. The eyes glaring and challengingly that Isabella heart continue beating non stop.

She waited for a long time, without hearing anything But she opened her eyes in horror when she felt saliva filling her hand She screamed in terror when she found Black the wolf with the large scar on his cheek and his soft black fur in front of her. Even his eyes were black, unlike his owner's hazel eyes He let out soft noises to put her hand on her chest in fear, but the idea that he wouldn't hurt her made her feel more comfortable, so she raised her hand. She touched his fur and closed his eyes comfortably, moving his head against her hand. He looked like a puppy with his movements! "Let's go, don't run so fast, ok Black?" I whispered to him and that made him open his eyes

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.

And though I hate to admit it, it’s the kind of flutter I once thought I’d have for Cameron. His Uncle meets my eyes and returns that same calm smile. Then, with practiced elegance, he stretches out his hand, and I take it briefly. “I’m Mr. Black,” he says, voice smooth as polished oak. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Charlotte.” He turns away before I can stammer anything back, and the cockatoo hops from his shoulder to a sofa like it knows its way around. Mr. Black follows in long, measured strides, every movement of his is dignified, almost rehearsed.

His fur was pure black. Steven looked at the unconscious Zenia on the black wolf’s back and his eyes narrowed dangerously. Fortunately, the black wolf acted compliantly and did not cause any trouble. The black wolf, without paying any attention to the commotion that he had caused, urged a healer to check on Zenia. He let the healer put Zenia on the bed and sat down near her bed. His ears were always alert and his eyes followed the healer continuously. A cold sweat broke out of the healer, drenching her back, but she tried her best to keep her hands steady. She dealt with the bleeding and injuries.

she called sweetly with a smile she rarely showed them and that was what irked them the most. “No. Because I am done with being called the name of your dog. My name is Charlotte!” Charlotte who was supposed to be her best friend in the group said defiantly. “What?” It was the first time that Beauty would be facing any cruelty of the real world after Arnold’s rejection and Olivia ignoring her.

Celine smiled; these boys were going to get their butts kicked. Every stable had that one horse. A horse so rebellious that it was unrideable by anyone but one special person. Celine thought it was romantic and loyal, but if the horse loved someone who didn’t own them, then they were abandoned and left like useless junk. One such horse existed at the Beaumont Equestrian Center and that was Blackie. She named him when she was four, okay? It was a tie between Blackie and Horsy at the time so it could have been worse. Blackie was an angry mean-spirited stallion who only loved two people. The hired man who fed and tended to him, and the tiny slip of a girl who had the same-colored hair as he did