Novel & Cerita Marian Black

Mariah explains everything be forehead so Adam wouldn’t be taken off-guard. Adam might have done taken out a bullet from inside his body countless times but it is her first time so she just wants to be careful. Mariah has always thought that people are not all good nor they are all bad. People are grey. They have both shades of white and black. Adam might be a ruthless monster to the world but Mariah wants to stick to her belief and think that he has more to him. Right now, she should be hating him after all he did to her but she just can’t help it.

We needed that pup far away. The witches were trying to contain the djinn from advancing, but we were failing. ‘She’s ready’ Darien’s voice came through the link. My heart thundered, and I looked at Maria, who was far behind the Djinn. Her grey eyes met mine and I felt the agonising pain of what was to come. I had already lost several… but to know I was going to lose her… Her hair was hidden beneath a turban-like black scarf, which also covered her face. She was dressed in complete black, her signature look of flared pants, fully covered… Only her eyes could be seen, her long curved swords in her hands.

But just as he was hanging up his coat, he was shocked to find a different woman from the one he had been expecting to see, sitting in his living room waiting for him. "Mom?" Michael uttered in surprise. Maria Black was the kind of person whose presence could never go unnoticed in a room. She was not anywhere near as tall as her son, but she did have the same dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed like they possessed the ability to see into one's soul. The woman was dressed up for the visit, though Michael could not see any traveling bag anywhere. That meant she had not come to stay, which only served to make her being here all the more suspicious.

"HA. You have nothing on me" I raise an eyebrow at him. "Really, because the Moon Goddess told me last night you called her an evil, neglectful bitch a while back". We all froze when we heard growling coming from the stove. I had never heard Mary growl before, and from the look on Liam's and Conrad's faces, they hadn't either. "Liam Raymon Blackwood. You said WHAT about our beloved Moon Goddess?". He starts stammering. "I was very upset, and she actually helped me make the compass thing to find our Luna Queen, so I think she is OK with me now".

“Louis, we’ve hit dead ends all day.” I turned away, breath catching in my throat. The rain soaked into the collar of my shirt, chilling the back of my neck. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Until the phone rang. A jarring buzz in my coat pocket. Unknown number. That regular blackmailers number. I answered without a second thought, pressing the phone hard to my ear. A burst of static. Then a voice, mechanical, layered under distortion. “This is the blackmailer. Your wife is in danger. She's weak. At the intersection. Come now, or she dies.”

- Late afternoon light streams through the windows on the seventh day, but it can't touch the cold that's settled in my bones. Maria is brushing my hair, the same ritual she's performed every day of my life, when the words finally escape. "Maybe they were right. Maybe I never belonged anywhere. Not at Blackwood. Not here. Not anywhere in this world." My voice cracks, barely above a whisper. "Maybe I really am just a fraud who doesn't deserve any of it. My mother's reputation is destroyed because of me. Kieran's name is being dragged through the mud because he married me. Everyone would be better off if I just disappeared."

“What happened to her?” “Let's just say she decided a job in Alaska sounded appealing.” Maria's voice was grim. “Vanessa doesn't share well with others.” “But I'm not—” “It doesn't matter what you are or aren't doing. It matters what she thinks you're doing.” Maria leaned forward. “And trust me, that woman sees threats everywhere.” A shadow fell across our table. I looked up to see Victoria Blackwood standing there with a stack of files, her silver hair pulled back in a severe bun that could cut glass.

Adrian stood at the top of the stairs, weapon shaking in his hand, face pale but furious. “Touch her,” Adrian snarled, “and I finish it.” The man in black laughed breathlessly. “You already tried.” “And failed,” Adrian shot back. Sirens wailed above us. Real ones this time. External. Police. Military. Mara’s voice screamed orders over the chaos, desperation bleeding through her control. The man in black glanced upward, then back at me. “This isn’t over,” he said quietly. “You’re waking up. They’ll never let you sleep again.”

Others… I didn’t want to think where they’d come from. My spine locked. A woman flanked Lucian, her skin dark yet oddly pale, hair limp, jaw knife-sharp, neck rigid. Rage smoldered in her eyes. She lifted her face to the nearest camera. And smiled. Slow, deliberate, chilling. Sharp and slow. Almost like she could see me through it. Marie. I’d heard the whispers. The undead witch. The one the swamp spit back. I slammed a hand over my mouth because I’d just made a sound. A pathetic one.

“You poisoned her.” Maria collapsed to her knees, weeping. “Never! I swear it! I would never harm the queen!” But voices rose against her. “She always speaks ill of the queen,” one maid said. “Yes,” added another. “She said she hates serving a human—that no human should rule us.” Maria sobbed harder. “I said foolish things, but I am no murderer!” Her eyes darted desperately around the hall. “I saw someone—someone in black, with a mask—just after I left the queen’s chambers—”