Narcissa Black Novelas e Histórias

If it was Asra, she would receive a cup being broken in her face for at least questioning her, but I had no time for that. "I said to call Princess Lucifer. I have business with her" I repeated. "Madam..." the girl tried to speak, "I am sorry to say that... it might be impossible." I raised one of my eyebrows. "Why?" She looked down as if afraid to speak, but still murmured. "Because the princess has not been seen since the last visit to the black tower." My body flinched. She was talking about the last visit, so she could only be referring to the day Callisto forced her to heal me.

Sebastian's POV "Narcissa, you cannot keep doing this!" Narcissa looked at her maids kneeling near her desk like a bunch of dogs. None looked at her, their heads cast down in obedience. How long had they been crouched like that? "Whatever do you mean, dearest?" She had her mask on, playing the part of the sweet princess from over the mountains. The Treasure of the Diamond Spring pack, Narcissa Onasis. She fluttered her lashes at me, stamping her seal over more official documents.

“Now you see how much I had to struggle, how many lives I had to take because of you, just to keep you close to me, Angela Armstrong.” Kesha wore a mask of fake sympathy. “But not anymore. Finally, my years of hard work will pay off in two days. I will become the first immortal Black Witch to ever walk this earth!” Kesha laughed in pure ecstasy at the mere thought of it. “This ‘Luna Nera’ night would not end in failure like every previous year.”

The mocking sound echoed sharply off the stone walls. "Seven thousand years..." He shook his head, stepping toward her and extinguishing the tiny flame between two fingers. "Seven thousand years... for this? What an extraordinary waste." He opened the Black Ledger one last time, writing with slow, deliberate strokes: Experiment 773. Awakening Result: Common Fire Authority. Conclusion: Failure. The book snapped shut with finality. "You can hardly remain "Experiment 773 forever," he said, looking down at the kneeling goddess. "From today onward... your name is Nysera."

I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar. It’s perfect. It’s dark. It’s invisible. I sit down and open my book—a worn copy of Theoretical Astrophysics. I hide the cover behind a paper bag. If people knew the creepy janitor was reading about black holes, they’d only find a new way to mock me. I take a bite of my apple, my eyes scanning the room. Across the hall, the Knights' table is a scream of noise and gold. They sit in the middle, lit up by the tall gothic windows. Alan Voss is at the head of the table, looking like a king carved out of ice and ink.

We didn’t know what was attacking us! “Black magic!” I gasped. “A wicca!” Cygnus exclaimed. “A wiccan ritual was placed on her!” He carried me and brought me inside. He called for the guards, who rushed in and were shocked by my condition. “Call Lady Tizita now! Only she can help us!” he ordered. Some of them quickly left, and Natisa came closer. “Her eyes are turning black! It really is a wiccan curse!” she said in alarm. I screamed in pain as it felt like needles were piercing my entire body. My mates held me while I writhed in agony.

“The legendary lycan Alpha, Kennis Blackwell, is coming to our territory. He’s seeking a young woman between the ages of 20 and 24 to become his Luna.” Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I felt the flicker of dread take root in my chest. Kennis Blackwell, his name alone, stirred dark thoughts and fear in every soul present. An ancient beast who had survived centuries, he was infamous for his ruthless nature and refusal to take another mate after losing his. Why, then, was he interested in a Luna now?

*What are you, Nico Black? Not prey. Not a toy. Not even a project. Something rarer. Something that made her—Queen of the West, pureblood with centuries behind her and centuries ahead—feel restless in her own skin. She rolled onto her back again, staring at the ceiling beams. The link had shown her his refusal to crack. He’d felt every glide of her fingers, every press of her phantom body, the slow grind against him—and he’d endured it like another night in a cold warehouse. No moans. No pleas. Just iron control wrapped around a core that had been hammered into shape long before he ever set foot on this campus.

After what happened the night of the gala, when I got protective over Lexia, and admittedly, a little pushy, Noah and I's relationship has been on the edge. "You two have to be. Maybe give the Alpha of Desire a call. He might-" "Don't be stupid," I admonish. There is no way he would ever accept an offer to help. He's probably distracted with...Work. Jasper taps his chin as he thinks. "Alpha of Passion will help." Isaiah is having issues at his own Pack, but I'm sure the Alpha will be willing to help. But just as I begin to feel better about the situation, I catch Jasper's gaze, and I know exactly who he is thinking. We may be on good terms now, but I would rather not have him hanging around

I leaned back and laughed…deep, hysterical, unrestrained. Tomorrow’s headline already played in my head. A girl found dead in a fatal car crash. Tragic. Unfortunate. Necessary. Blood suddenly trickled from my nose. I frowned slightly, grabbed a tissue, and wiped it off like it was nothing. After I deal with whoever is blackmailing me… After my surgery… I’ll finally be… The Nina Blake, I want. Whole. Untouchable. Perfect…. I smiled at my reflection. Relief washed over me like warm water.