Marian Black Novels & Stories

Without much effort, Mother Lelyah used light magic to shoot a projectile right through the poor man’s eyes, killing him on the spot. “Hurry, the boars will clean this up. The life of a beast does not even compare to a single eichhorn, but at least it will return a part of what it took from the forest.” A monster. That is the only way I can describe her right now. Ruthless and powerful in a way I cannot even dream of deifying, she took the life of another person without even looking at him. The terror compels me to obey her command and, without looking back, I follow her steps back to the village.

She laughs in pure amusement as her eyes mark the lust and excitement of what is to come, she then drops the fact and the words of her role among the following holders with the voice that hunts and rings. “Take care of Marie as her ability and the natural darkness of it is haunting darkness that will either pull her into the abyss of nothingness or becomes the irreplaceable ally of our game. Let her have the wrong idea and conceal her real ability all until the right time that the book of Dylan will be open.”

It's white color reflecting pure innocence and elegance in front of her eyes, she seemed not ready to look away even when she had the room door make squeaking sounds as it was opened in fact she didn't even bother to look just as Marco walked in. Mariana was not finding any use of her life anymore or was she just so eager to join Beryl. She had lost real weight in the past months faster than any one could, she could even feel her bones through her own skin. Every thing seemed too much for her, she had decided to bury most of her life at the back of her mind, She didn't talk, she never smiled. Crying was all she did that seemed normal. Darkness was all she could see in her dreams, in her thou

They lurked slowly until they came across a pair of feet behind the bushes, black feet. "Oh my God.." Polly said. No, it can't be. Ernest thought. Ernest took the first step, each more hesitant than the last before he finally approached the other side and fell to his knees. This caused Polly and Michael to rush over and gasp. A Black girl with clear bruises scattered amongst her body. Her mouth agape, eyes wide with old tears down her face staring into the sky as if she had asked God for help. To save her. But no answer.

My anger worsened at being made to jump like some damned scardy cat. "What!" I snarled, not caring who is on the other side. I heard a squeak on the other side like my tone had scared the person but I didn't care and was very impatient to get back to contacting Kamaria. "What do you want?!" I demanded impatiently "M... Mrs Black is here to see you, sir," Maria squealed into the phone, her voice trembling like a leaf. Kamaria standing beside her rolled her eyes at Damien terrorising his secretary like this.

Straightening to his full height, the man raised his head, his piercing eyes locking onto Maria. “Miss Maria,” he said, his tone calm yet commanding. Maria returned the nod. “Rowan.” Maria nodded in acknowledgment, recognizing him instantly. This was Rowan Blackthorn, the Shadow Reaper, one of Somerland’s legendary Gods of War. His mere presence radiated an aura of quiet authority, his black combat gear blending seamlessly with the shadows. Before Maria could respond, another figure leaped from the chopper. Unlike Rowan’s smooth descent, she landed with a loud thud, the ground cracking slightly beneath her. Straightening, she adjusted her flame-red gauntlets, her fiery eyes flicking between

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

I took a step after her to apologise, but a slow clap echoed through the perimeter Mariel. She sauntered into the clearing, wearing an outfit that was designed for combat but screamed vanity—tight black pants, a cropped top that showed off her chiseled abs, and bracers polished to a gleam. Her dark hair was braided in a crown around her head. She looked like she’d walked off the page of some story about war maidens and heartbreak. “You running from a fight?” she asked, voice slick as oil. I turned to her fully, rolling my shoulders. “I’d rather kill myself.”

Enzo calls after her but she doesn’t even listen and continues until she enters the house while the two men run after her and they also enter the house. As soon as the trio enter, Maria is sitting beautifully on one of the chairs and she looks so different from the Maria they all knew. Her black hair is cascading down her body and her overall demeanor looks different and that aura emanating from her is quite striking and evil. “You came as fast as you could” she pulls her body out of the couch as a smirk appears on her face, “you must really want to save your baby”

I look at her trying to figure out just from her expression what she thinks of me. -What do you remember last? -I wanted to leave work, and then someone put something on my mouth, she says, remembering what happened to her. Now my question. Who are you? -I am Damon Black. Hearing my name, her face tightens. She looks panicked around the room as if she wanted to hide somewhere. -You're a criminal. I know you, I've heard about you. -What have you heard about me, I ask, getting closer to her lips to look her better in the eyes.