Marian Black Novels & Stories

m. I've never felt so relieved before. I turned towards Xander, handing him the plate. Xander watched me bored, taking the plate. "Gotta go!" I chimed, walking towards the door. I slipped on my cream stilettos, pulling the door open. Marlon stood behind it, fully clothed in black. My favourite colour! His dark jeans, plain shirt and bomber jacket sent off a fabric softener aroma on top of his usual jasmine scent. His smile playing on his lips was stunning, contagious enough to make mine form into a similar curve.

Yet that was only her guess and only happened on a sunny day. Yet Mariya feel that it wasn't enough. She would need something and that was akin to a gun! That could boom the world, could wrecked the blood-thirst into pieces. Or simply, put holes on their every part of their head. An akin to a gun was not enough either. “A Black Magic...” she murmured. “What was that terms anyway? Could it be learned?” Throughout her rest, Mariya could only be pondered to what was she was going to do. It was a plan that could change this battle she set on her own. A battle with the blood-thirst!

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

He was a failed weapon they experimented from before. In order to activate his black mana, his body must be in an exhausted state! But in good condition where no wounds even a scratch! And in fact, he could not increase his Combat Experience when using this ability. And because Yman had a weak physical body at the moment, he could not handle much longer his black mana and could only use it for a few seconds.

Zion frowned. "What have you done? I feel disgusted to even talk about it." Mr. Black rubbed his face before speaking, "You tried to rap a girl. I feel so ashamed. How can you forget with your IQ of 150+ that you have a wife? How can you be so low?" With that the colours on his face faded. That bitch made a complaint against him. She hasn't learnt her lesson yet. "Mom, give me Hannah's phone number." They heard him saying.

Black stopped me. Mrs. Black: Wait. I stopped and started trembling in fear. Maria held my shoulders tightly. Dylan: What's wrong Mom? He asked her completely baffled. Mrs. Black: She can't sit with us. I immediately looked at her but she just smirked at me evilly. Mr. Black: But why? He asked her in an angry tone. Mrs. Black: Cause she's not worth it. Evelyn: What do you mean? I spoke while glaring her.

Marianna’s surprised exhale forces me to turn to the doorway. She’s dressed in black–a black sweater, black slacks, her hair pulled back in a tight, neat bun that makes her look… harder. More burdened than I’ve ever seen her. Her dark blue eyes scan mine before she steps deeper into the room, her violin case resting against her thigh. “Hey,” I manage, but her lower lip trembles. She’s waiting for news. She thinks I’m here to tell her Blake has been found, that we know exactly where he is, but I have nothing.

I need you. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing sitting here all by herself?” came a dark, seductive voice. Maria flinched, as she opened her eyes and was in utter shock at the sight before her. It was not Sage. But it was a guy, if possible even more gorgeous than Sage. He wore black leather boots, black leather jeans, a black T-shirt, a small, black shark-tooth necklace, and a fitted black leather jacket. He had gray eyes and wavy brown hair, and a small, perfect smile. He had more sex appeal than any guy she’d ever seen: he looked like a rock star who had stepped off the stage just for her.

Well, his mother had taste, she gave her that. "No, too small, too long. Too showy. Too exposing. Nope, not a ball," she commented with every dress she picked out till her eyes hit the one. A black Marian Carvey silky dress, with exaggerated pleats and a V neckline. She tried it on and checked herself out in the mirror, like it was made for her it fitted perfectly. Maria didn't need a change of shoes or a better purse, the ones she had fitted perfectly. Now to the last step, she loosened her ponytail and her black hair fell on her shoulder in bountiful waves. She was gorgeous, even she knew that much.

She’d rolled, reached, grabbed Bella by the hair, and jerked her up and away. And then the air changed, the taste of it going iron-rich—outside the shattered glass, the world had gone dark as ink. A white blaze struck the stone floor. Through the black dust, a woman in a flowing black dress stood, her hands empty, her hair a curtain of red silk. She smiled at Mariah, and it was the precise inverse of the Queen’s: cold, blunt, and utterly without hope. “Enough,” she said, and in a heartbeat, every candle in the great hall died.