Ophelia Black Novelas e Histórias

Placing the black rock a few metres away I took a deep breath. “Berlarot,” I commanded and the rock quivered. Black ooze and oil bubbles, the fizzing stench of sulphur stings my nostrils as I wave my hands. Then as it grows, the haze around his form is dazzling. The haze makes me squint as Berlarot grows bigger, blacker and stronger every time I summon him. “My queen,” he rumbles, at least the size of a cow now, and still oozing, pulsing with black oily life.

He showed her no compassion and that's when the young woman felt that her cause was truly lost. For a moment, the young woman could hardly breathe. No! Not now... she said to herself. Not now... She began to make the hundred steps under the vigilant eye of the man. She was choking... She had more and more difficulty to breathe and in a last look of pity towards the man, she felt herself losing her balance... She closed her eyes and fainted. Before closing her eyes, she had time to see the face of the stranger who had caught her in time... Black hole... ***

"Thank you, Aquarius." "You're welcome." Lilith walked up the water stairs, her feet didn't fall through, as you would expect, she went through the portal, as she entered her outfit changed, it was a blue dress, her nails were painted blue, she then wondered if her makeup was blue, she snapped her finger making a mirror appear, her eyelids were blue, she had her crown on her head. Lilith wondered if Aquarius did this, she didn't have time to think about it as someone cleared their throat, she turned around, it was a smiling Ophelia, she was flowing on the water as her tail was out.

She started struggling, her tiny hands reaching out toward the stairs. “Mama! Mamaa!!” Ria began to scream, her voice cracking with sheer desperation. I watched, frozen, as Ophelia descended the stairs. Her hand was tucked into the crook of a strange man’s arm. Lysander Blackwood. He was tall, blonde, and wore a soft smile. Something deep inside my chest—something primal and possessive—began to growl. I stood up abruptly. “Mama! Mamaaa!” Ria’s cries were turning into full-blown hysterics, her face turning red as she reached for the woman on the stairs.

Ophelia cursed, frustrated to near madness that she felt all this but still had to hold off on hurting the woman at the moment. “You must be delusional if you think I will record any conversation. You must be out of your damn mind if you think I will continue tolerating your blackmail.” She moved closer to her now, “I don’t know what you are up to. But it all ends today. When the sun rises tomorrow, Ariel Sullivan will not be one of earth’s inhabitants.” “How poetic.” Ariel grinned up at her, moving her shoulders in a shivering motion like she was tickled at the thought.

After explaining to the Elites about the current situation of the academy, Elder Paan proceeds on discussing the shaded individuals that could be seen displayed in the holographic screens at the end of the clips. "I'm sure you are wondering who those people on the screen..." the elder stopped then glanced at the Elites one by one. Noticing that all of them had no idea who those people are, she continued by snapping her fingers. After the elder snapped her fingers, the ten shaded in black figures suddenly revealed their real appearances. The Elites noticed that each of those individuals was wearing academy uniforms of different academies. They also noticed one specific person wearing an acade

It would have been funny if the scene wasn’t so Stoker-esque. Her wheezy, cackling voice rose higher and higher as she neared the end of her incantation. A row of teeth, blackened and broken into stubs, like old tombstones, lay below her fire-worshipper black eyebrows. They hinted at her cruelty as they arced up and over her dead-fish eyes like sickles. Those eyes suddenly shimmered with the spite of a thousand years as she turned fully towards me and pinned me with her gaze. She traced a leathery tongue around her thin, bloodless lips while she looked me up and down from crown to ankle. Her spindly, arthritic legs moved rapidly, like an old spider, covering the distance between us in a flas

I asked, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. "Your mother, Bo, did not simply die from birth complications after having you," Ophelia said, voice lowering conspiratorially. "Throughout your pregnancy, she was systematically dosed with an undetectable poison." The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing my breath away. "What?" Ophelia swallowed hard before continuing. "Do you know what relics are?" "Numinous individuals as old as time itself," I recited numbly. "Orisha, kitsunes, stag shifters, demons..."

Marissa offered Ophelia a drink with she politely declined and try to drag her to the dance floor but it didn't work out very well as well. Ophelia had a weird feeling of being watched and the worst worst she knew it wasn't just the man from across the counter there was someone else watching her and she couldn't find a finger upon who. At last Marissa resorted to settling down beside ophelia as she down probably three shots before she went crazy on the dance floor. Ophelia watched with a smile on her face about how comfortable Marissa was in her body. To say the girl was beautiful would be an understatement both her and Jake had amazing genes and their looks made them stand out everywhere th

“Gotcha.” She suddenly opened her eyes, and saw herself floating almost out of the pool. Right underneath, she saw a blurry and very large white spot that seemed to be circling around. The water was glowing even more, and she was no longer crying. If anything, she was even more sure of what her choice had to be. Suddenly, she saw the spot getting even bigger, and more defined. And then, it opened its mouth. Belle’s eyes widened, as she saw the huge black hole moving full speed towards her, and she made an effort to swim, but the mist that danced around her seemed to wrap itself around her body.