Narcissa Black Novels & Stories

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

*** Nora's POV*** 3 years ago. My name is Nora Blackwood and I am 18 years of age. I am the only daughter of Alpha Benedict Blackwood and the future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. Today is supposed to be the best day of my life. Today is my Alpha ceremony. That day, that happens once in a lifetime, but I am not happy. I have no one to share such a happy event with. I have a family but I felt like I was all alone. My pack treats me like crap. Alphas from other neighboring packs think I am weak and do not deserve this position since I am a young woman.

“I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.” “May we please discuss a few things, Alpha?” I ask, moving a little closer. I could only assume this woman is Narissa. Alpha Narissa, and from what Ollie told me, she’s the one who knows things. Things that could possibly help us. He didn’t ask for help, but I hope she will still say yes. Narissa sighs then her eyes glaze over, probably letting her pack members know they have new guests. As she does, the three wolves standing off to the side in a protective stance slowly move back and disappear into the night.

All wolves deserves a pack and was granted a pack title by the Alpha, no matter how dark a status the pack may have. It is possible to say they're pursuers from the dark packs. I squint my eyes but as I force myself to look further, my vision began to turn blurry. The moment my head felt light, my body follows weakly falling down. The happening was so fast it's almost too scary. In the midst of losing consciousness, I still witnessed the way the carriage doors opened before a man with white long hair and peculiar purple eyes stares at me with a smirk. "It is beyond the greatest pleasures to lay my humble eyes on you, Luna Leaxandra."

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”

Her thighs were bare, one foot grazing the floor like it had been waiting for me. Temptation, perfectly calculated. I rolled my shoulders, grounding myself. “Good evening Queen,” I said evenly, knowing how much she insisted on the title to others. Her lips curled into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Oh, please,” she purred. “Call me Nyra.” Her voice was honeyed, and laced with something darker beneath. Something that pulled like a hook behind my ribs. I buried the irritation clawing at my chest, forcing a smile that didn’t belong on my face.

“But fate is cruel, and kings forget promises when crowns grow heavy.” Kaelira’s pulse slammed in her ears. “What promise? What is she talking about?” Neither answered. “Tell me!” she shouted, voice cracking through the chamber. The candles flickered violently, reacting to her rising power. Her mother stepped forward, cupping Kaelira’s face with warm, unreal fingers. “You were bound to him before you were born, Kaelira. The Black Moon marked you both to end what our world began — or repeat it.” “That makes no sense—”

“What do you know about that name?” The woman regarded her with new caution—and something close to respect. She dropped her head slightly. “I am Nyra Blackroot, Alpha of the Blackroot Pack,” she said. “And if you truly carry Moonfire, then you stand on sacred ground.” Lunaria’s pulse roared in her ears. “I don’t want a pack,” she said carefully. “I want peace.” Nyra gave a humorless smile. “Peace doesn’t exist in rogue land. Only power and territory.”