Marian Black Novels & Stories

They didn’t see him skipping family dinners because a contract needed attention. I leaned against my car and looked down at my phone. For the first time in a long while, Adrian wasn’t rushing toward another business problem. He was keeping a promise to his daughter; the thought made me smile. Then my phone rang; the name on the screen immediately wiped the smile away. Marianne Blackwood. I stared at it for a second before answering. “Mrs. Blackwood.” “Where are you?” Some habits never changed. “Outside Adrian’s house” There was a pause.

Chapter 73 The hum of the Gulfstream’s engines was the only thing cutting through the deafening silence of the cabin. I sat huddled in the leather seat, staring at the screen of the Titan phone until the image of Lady Catherine burned into my retinas. “She’s watching, Maria,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pressurized air. “She’s not just alive. She’s watching the fallout. She knew exactly when Silas’s heart would stop.” Maria didn’t look up from her console. “She is a Blackwood, Valencia. They don't just leave legacies; they leave traps.”

the voice repeated through him. Damon immediately stepped in front of Celine. “Enough.” His voice carried the force of the Black Moon. The darkness inside Marius recoiled. For a moment, Marius gasped as though he had surfaced from deep water. “Celine…” His real voice. Weak. Frightened. “Run.” Then his head snapped backward. The blackness returned. Damon's jaw tightened. “That isn't him.” “I know,” Celine said. But she couldn't stop staring at Marius.

She had been abandoned. She had been disappointed. She had been deprived of the life she deserved. There was always a reason. There was always someone else to blame. Even now, she seemed to believe that the court should measure her intentions more generously than it measured the consequences of her actions. The judge was not persuaded. When the sentence was announced, the words were clear. Maria Black was sentenced to ten years in prison. A faint murmur passed through the courtroom. I didn't move. My mother stared ahead.

Behind him stepped four massive, heavily armed enforcers, each gripping broadswords etched with suppression runes. At the center of their formation, two of the mercenaries dragged a bound, shivering figure between them—Maria. Her hair was disheveled, and a strip of thick cloth was tied tightly across her mouth, but her eyes flashed with fierce, unbroken defiance as she locked gazes with me through the darkness.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

However, instead of blocking it, Matthew’s sword sliced clean through her arm. Marie screamed in pain. Her eyes flared with rage while her teeth cracked as she gritted them. ‘How could such a feeble man do me like this? He’s not even a high ranked Hunter!’ Just the thought of this man had already surpassed her, it made her angry. She could not deal with the humility of it. She resorted to her trump card. “[Demonic Ability: Shadow Realm]!” Marie shouted. Pitch black smoke burst forth from her body. Completely obscuring Matthew’s and Yuki’s vision. No, it blocked all of their senses entirely. Hearing, smelling, touch, even magic and astral senses.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

The lady, outfitted in a simple U-neck, cleaving black pencil robe with gold jewelry covering her neck, wrists, and fingers, next, her piercing black orbs wandered around for a nanosecond. With an elevated chin, the lady's piercing eyes dropped to Neville, accessing his phenotype from head to toe. Her pointy nose hunkered and her lips twitched into a mockery smile. A very familiar smile. A smile she couldn't mistake for anything in the world-Marley's. Well, now the faultlessly made-up face was beginning to hit recognition. "Good day ma'am," Neville greeted, giving a bow in the process. The flamboyant lady began taking slow and careful steps without a reply of any sort. Her heels clicked agai

She was angry at being summoned. “I need your help, Goddess.” “Why should I help you?” I gave this question some thought for a moment before I came to an answer. “Because if you do not, your people will be in danger…” This seemed to spike her interest. A perfectly formed brow arching at the statement. “Speak.” This was all she needed to say. She was a Goddess after all. Her presence alone was enough to command armies. “I am Melinda Black. Wife of the Wolf King, and the last surviving heir to the Walker coven dynasty. I am sure you are aware of what this means.”