Characters In Black Beauty Novels & Stories

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.

Let me just say, Damien Blackwood had no reason to look this good while he was ignoring me. His suit clung to him in the worst, most disrespectful way. His shoulders were broad, his back solid. It was obvious he worked out and had a sculpted body. His posture was annoyingly perfect, everything about him was. His hair, which was greying from its roots was gelled back neatly. And yes. He had a very nice ass. But none of that changed the fact that his attitude made him completely insufferable. “Are you even listening to me?” I snapped, my heels clicking angrily against the floor as I stormed after him like a spoiled child.

Then it came back to him. The wedding. Alexander. The mansion. The shared room. He turned his head slightly toward the other side of the bed. Alexander King Costello was still asleep beside him. For someone known as the most feared mafia king in the city, he looked strangely peaceful when he slept. His jet-black hair fell slightly over his forehead, a few rebellious strands escaping their usual slicked-back style. His breathing was slow and steady, chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. The hard lines of his face softened in sleep, making him look almost… human.

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle; yeah, definitely just a big puppy. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black; typically, only Alpha wolves were black. In fact, I don't think there's ever been a recorded black wolf who wasn't an Alpha. She was so black she had hints of blue, which Alphas don't have, her aura was normal, and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos are so fragile.