Morgen Black Novels & Stories

“Bасk then, Erіса Mоrgаn wаѕn’t knоwn as Nеоn Lірѕ. She wаѕ juѕt уоung аnd hurting аftеr hаvіng bееn beaten up." "Shе gave Blаkе thе реrfесt stray wаіf tо look аftеr. He аlrеаdу had hіѕ sister, as you know, but hе could nеvеr rеѕіѕt thіѕ girl.

The Record Stone picked up the names and displayed them for all to see. “This…” Even Mane was stunned by the team slate of the Black Team. “Black Saga” “Black Hammer” “Black Axe” “White Mask” “Black Mask” “Vital Orange” “What a surprise folks. Black Saga has stunned everyone here with his team order. Black Saga is fighting first!”

I froze, stuck between the present and my past, no idea if I even had a future. The silhouette moved, its mighty paws taking a step closer into the dim moonlight. I gasped. My eyes gazed upon the darkest fur I had ever seen. It was darker than black. Its golden eyes pierced through my very soul. Thunder rumbled through him. Him? I didn't know how I knew this but I just did. Suddenly, he roared attempting to pounce. I jolted out of sleep, chest heaving frantically as I managed to catch my breaths.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

TOBIAS I still remembered the day we met her. The witch. Her name was Morgana Blackthorne, and she was unlike any other. Morgana Blackthorne was feared by many, but she was no monster. No twisted, evil creature waiting to cause harm. There were whispers about her, of course—talk of curses, dark spells, and prices too steep to pay. Some said she could call upon shadows themselves, that she could see the future in the embers of a dying fire. Others claimed she was immortal, an ancient being who had walked the earth long before the first packs had even formed.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

He bore a birthmark shaped like a black rose on his hand. "You have claimed your throne. Now, I have a much clearer target to destroy. The Thorne Group is merely an appetizer." The man turned off his monitor and faced an army of thousands of mercenaries. "Prepare 'Operation Blackout'. We are going to make Liora Thorne realize that being a queen means having a lot more people who want to cut off your head." END OF CHAPTER 118.

The yellow irises of the moray eels flashed unkindly, and the pets disappeared under the throne. * * * The Black Cliff From the window of the castle everyone could see a cliff with visible wings of a mill. A gust of wind whirled them with a rustle. Nearby, soft woolen sheep peeked out of the thick, tall grass. Nocté learned from her maid Agnes that the mill is owned by one old man. Once he was unluck –the sea rejected him. However, he couldn't part with the abyss, so built a house over it and began to grind flour, raise sheep and sell wool. Nocté saw his silhouette from the window, but never approached, trying not to go far from the castle as if she was afraid of losing an already fragile co

I was standing in a secluded room, away from the music and the noise, when a young boy ran towards me, seemingly out of breath. "Are you Cordelia Blackwell?" He asked me with hopeful wide eyes. This boy couldn't be a day older than eight. I hunched down, "I am, and you are?" "I'm James Burke. My mama needs your help." I knitted my eyebrows together. Who's his mom exactly? And who sent him to me. "I heard that Black Magic can only be fought with Black Magic. Because sometimes darkness can drive away darkness." Uh-ha! That last part was all Morgana. She sent him to me.

There was a knock at the door. Morgan hesitated and slowly opened the door. A man with dark almost black hair and jade colored eyes was holding two large buckets of water standing there. He was struggling. Morgan smiled and opened the door wider. She grabbed a hold of one bucket. "I got this one." She smiled at him. "Thank you ma-am." He said, returning the smile. She followed him to the corner where she saw a very small copper tub. He emptied his bucket into and then reached for Morgan's. She handed it to him and he repeated his actions.