Ophelia Black Novels & Stories

Ophelia My body shivered as he ran his hands across my naked form. He wrapped his hand around my throat, gently kissing the sensitive spots of my neck. Moving down, he took my nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking them gently. I moaned out his name as his hands brushed across my sensitive clit, "Damian” I screamed, as he slipped his finger inside –

her voice trailed off when she saw Elara looking down. “What? What is it? Please don’t tell me it’s a reptile or a mouse.” Thalia was wide awake now. “Look at the floor, Thalia. There are some patches of black liquid stuck here,” Elara crouched on the floor and touched it with her index finger, Thalia frowned and squatted. She also repeated the action and brought the blackish sticky thing near her nose and sniffed it, “Smells like crude oil,” Thalia remarked.

Ophelia said as she removed the shawl from her face. Elphaba's eyes twitched at the sight of her looks. Ophelia looked like a walking corpse. Her skin color was not white like before but a mix of shades of blue, black, and purple. It's as if she went to the gates of hell and returned. "You do realize your time is running out, right?" Elphaba said. "I will reveal all the plans of Azazel and what he is going to do with Lenora to you," she begged in her shaky voice.

I will not let that happen, not when I am still alive" Ophelia shrilled her next plan out loud, a burning killer intent flashing in her eyes. ****** Later that night, Ophelia had put all her broken piece of glass and other materials aside. She took a shower to hopefully wash off the pain. Few minutes after her long bath, she walked into dressing room and picked up a transparent linen night gown that covered nothing but the hairs on her skin. Her round petite nipples pointed out, threatening to rip that part of the tight night gown open. Without the straining of the eyes, one could easily see every part of her body. She squirted her pleasant aromatic perfume before glaring at her figure in th

I turned Ophelia. She stood at the altar’s edge, arms raised. The Spiral glowed across her body, runes ignited in flame and light. She whispered something I couldn’t hear. And the enemy faltered. They shrieked, recoiled. Some clutched their heads. Others simply dropped, as if struck by unseen force. Ophelia’s voice rose, steady, powerful an incantation older than the hills. A wave of light erupted from the shrine, tearing through the Hollow Howl like a cleansing flame.

The black witch asked as she rotates her second finger. Norma Elspeth was feeling more pain, she cries and screams, she looked so weak and pale. "I will never let you back out that easily, you have chosen this path, you must not stop until you accomplish your goals," The black which said and rotated her both hands and chanted some magical words and a black pill appeared on her hand. "Open up, open up now," she ordered Norma Elspeth and she opened her mouth wide open and the black witch inserted the black pill into her mouth, which Norma Elspeth swallowed, as soon as she has swallowed it, her strength came back to her and her eyes turned red.

Everything she had been and could become. Scarlet’s voice sliced through it, directing her, as she had been doing since they began, calm and firm, “Ground them, Lia. You can control them. You are not their victim. They are merely versions of you. You are their Queen.” Ophelia screamed, but this time it wasn’t in pain- it was in claim. The vortex responded, collapsing inward, fusing into her, mending the frayed seams of her existence. The golden veins across her skin pulsed in unison, settling.

Ophelia is a banshee who can predict death and use her voice escape danger. "Maybe someone has opened the gates of hell." Catrina said which made Terrick look at her as the realization dawn on him. "Those black witches, how did they? Only one person can open the gates of hell and I killed her." Saphira who was quietly listening said. "Maybe they learned how to," Catrina reasoned to see them nod. "I just hope that pesky demon didn't escape hell, his the one person I can't defeat." Terrick said standing up from his chair.

The torchlight flickered violently. And then, I felt it. The abyss had opened again. *** **Omniscient Narrator** In a cavern hidden among the western cliffs, Ágata and Eloise held a forbidden relic in their hands: a black sphere, carved from living obsidian. Surrounded by ancient symbols drawn in blood, whispers rose from their lips, invoking a being that time had tried to forget. “The previous attack was just a murmur,” whispered Eloise. “Now… let them hear the roar.”