Glass Animals Black Mambo Novels & Stories

A similar glassy look fell across everyone’s eyes as they stared at the blonde mermaid, who sang her heart out. The more Aqua sang, the stronger the bubbling feeling felt. It rose to the tip of her tongue and touched the crown of her head, causing the back of her eyes to itch horribly. Unable to bear the itch, Aqua opened her eyes and saw many pairs of glassy looks in her direction as the song continued. The bar slowly became crowded, with Aqua’s powerful vocals drawing people in like sailors to a siren’s song.

He rubs against me and licks my stomach while I giggle. I'm a little nervous as I call Tamisra forward. Alpha Gunther was pissed my wolf was black, normally 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 most alphas don't have, her aura was normal and she was actually on the smaller side, so he dropped it. Stupid male egos, so fragile. When I shift, I see Adonis cock his head to the side but he doesn't say anything. I'm the first to take off, Tamisra weaves in and out of the trees, wanting Adonis to chase her. He of course happily obliged. Predicable little alpha.

Rhea sneered. Nanna and Isis cackled with her—until Rhea suddenly threw the lid open. The laughter shattered. From within the box, a black mamba uncoiled, its scales gleaming like polished obsidian in the lamplight. Its body twisted and undulated with terrible grace, its movements too fluid, too deliberate. Its eyes ignited like molten topaz, burning with an unnatural fire. The glow spilled across their faces, washing them in a sickly brilliance. Amber gasped, her voice strangled in her throat.

It caressed her delicate skin on her thigh before sliding its finger inside her dress. “Pervert!” I threw the vase and it crashed on its head. It glanced in my direction and leaped but the grey umbra grabbed its leg and swung it to the huge cabinet. The ornaments and vases fell and broke. The cabinet then dropped on top of it. The grey umbra crawled next to Amara and it gently wiped a grain of tear on her cheek. Its dark color drained and turned to normal. “It’s Bruce!” Gugu screamed. If the grey one was Bruce then the black one was Mark!

Debs says. " Yeah." Of course I am not happy. I feel uncomfortable, like I don't belong here. Finally Debs and I arrive at the bar and she hands me a small bucket with a bottle of Macallan Lalique Scotch soaked in Ice and two glasses. " Who am I giving this to?" " Killian Black." No shit.

He smirked, his gaze scanned every corner but was staring ahead, his eyes gleamed ebony, a hint of umbra flowing through them. He listened to their sniffles, their pleads, their curses but smirked in delectation as those shrieks brought him nothing but indulgence, he ran his tongue over his reddish lips, curved into a highfalutin ogle.

He rips a good portion of my hair out, but I fall to the floor just as the doors burst open. Wolves burst through, led by an enormous black wolf with glowing amber eyes that are brighter than the sun. The crimson light slides along his fur, making it appear like shimmering scales. Dozens more wolves pour into the hall behind him. I had no clue that the pack was this big, or did he bring the whole damn town? Either way, he is right on time to save all of them. No wolf will die because of my stupidity.

He glanced around, awaiting a response. Gamma Jannel is a captivating figure, a black she-wolf with a long, lean build that carries just the right amount of muscle. Her short Afro hair accentuates her strong, chiseled facial features that convey both authority and elegance. She bears a striking resemblance to the iconic Grace Jones, rarely smiles, and is continually absorbed in her work. Her presence commands respect and often gives chills to those who encounter her.

He starts purring as soon as I run my hand over his sleek black fur. “He’s hungry.” I turn away and open a cabinet, pulling out a wine glass. “And I need a drink.” I pour pink Moscato into the glass, filling it to the brim. I take a long drink and turn back to Lucas. “You must think I’m a basket case of a witch.” He chuckles again but shakes his head. “No. That’s now how I see you.”

For five years, I was so busy helping Eric clear his debts that I never had a proper meal. Outside, fireworks cracked through the sky as people counted down. I watched as Eric set the knife down and slowly stepped toward the camera. A second later, the screen went black, and the sound of a heated kiss rang out. Susan abruptly ended the livestream, but not before leaving a caption for her followers. "If my sugar daddy wants it, it's his." In the picture, Eric's strong, well-defined hand gripped Susan's waist with unmistakable dominance. Outside, the city sparkled with light and celebration.