Olivia Black: Books Novels & Stories

“The training has already started on the field. King Kael is expecting everyone to be punctual. You shouldn't be late.” I walk off quickly, leaving her standing there, fuming. When I get to the Library, I find it blessedly empty, save for two people. Kael and Olivia. I just lied about Kael being in the field. What gives? The bastard is never where you need him to be. He and Olivia are huddled together at one of the massive oak tables, a colossal, ancient tome spread between them. Kael seems to be teaching Olivia how to read and interpret the Lycan’s impossibly intricate ancient texts. She’s leaned in, completely absorbed, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“That’s impossible.” “Is it? Because I’ve never heard Evelyn sound more sure of anything in her life than this!” I countered. Olivia furiously shook her head. “No! She has nothing on me!” “Clearly she does,” I spat. “Let’s see, she already has her hands on that goddamn journal you were so fond of back in college. You know, the one that you failed to retrieve time and time again?”

Olivia POV I paced around my room restlessly, my mind occupied with countless thoughts and different possibilities. “Black magic…” I soliloquized under my breath. Black magic was associated with Baalzelbul, the Evil God. I had read about it in ancient texts—records from the Dark Era, an age of endless bloodshed and unimaginable destruction. The catastrophe of that era was still spoken about today. Even centuries later, its horrors continued to haunt history, enough to give little children nightmares whenever the old stories were told.

Slandered my name, stole from me, got me locked up while claiming it was for my good, pretending to be the caring boyfriend, and all while still with Dawn on his arm. “Yeah, I’m ready,” I say and we walk over to him, purposely being stealthy. Somehow sensing us, Kirk looks up. His jaw drops as he does a double-take. “Olivia…W-what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be…” “Drooling on myself in some mental institution?” I finish for him. “No thanks to you, I proved I’m not insane and my friends aren’t delusions.” “Your notebook was full of crazy shit. Just because they are not delusions doesn’t mean you’re not crazy.”

Olivia Black / Liv (28) Job: Professor Assistant at NYU (New York University). Graduated in business from University of Chicago Personality: Outgoing, Independent, Friendly, Bubbly, Productive, Low Self Esteem, Caring. Looks: Long wavy blonde hair, Almond shape green eyes, fine pointed up nose, plump lips, curvy, 5’4, 88kg (195lbs), White but Tanned skin. Stretch marks and cellulite, small scar on right collar bone. Small tattoo of a butterfly on her left hip.

“Why do you sound like someone who doesn’t plan to return?” I gave a small smile. “We’ll win,” Kavira said firmly. “And you’ll be there beside her, won’t you?” I nodded. “Of course.” Then, from my cloak, I pulled out the Living Book, its cover still warm and pulsing faintly with magic. I handed it to the Siora. “Keep this safe. For Vireya.” She took it slowly, cradling it like a child, her eyes shining with sorrow. By evening, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow across the sky, the last remnants of the blood moon still lingering like a curse. We had surrounded the packs from every direction. There would be no escape.

Landon couldn’t believe his eyes, and maybe he looked ridiculous standing aside and rubbing his eyes like a madman, but the view didn’t change no matter how hard he tried to shake himself up. From the moment he saw the girl in his office, he knew something had to be up with her. Olivia Black was no ordinary wolf, and he’d be damned if he let anyone tell him otherwise. It wasn’t only about her looks, the exact replica of something he had heard only horror stories about, but her aura seemed off.

he said and Olivia looked up from the book that she was reading. After sending Jaime away with the n***l that he had bought for her some hours ago, Olivia had went back to her room and searched her luggages for the book she had once buried deep inside one of her boxes. It was her favorite n***l and when she finally found it, she couldn't stop the tears that were rushing down her cheeks. The last time she opened that book was about eight years ago. Before the love of her life died.

“Please.” I crack open the door, just a little bit, and find Olivia in bed, wearing an old robe she must have borrowed from my mother. My dick does that half-rise thing again, dropping to remind me I’ll never have her in the way I want. There’s an open book on the large bed, something clearly from my parents' library, but Olivia trains her eyes on the wall ahead, unblinking. Carefully, I call, “Miss Blackwood?” She swivels her head my way, her mouth in a straight, hard line. With a jerk of her head, she motions for me to come in.

Was Olivia the one who blackmailed Ava? Was Olivia connected to Agnes’s curse?