Sarah Black Twilight Novels & Stories

"Power? The Blackwood Throne? You're a puppet. He’s eating you from the inside out." "He didn't promise me anything," Sarah hissed, standing up. As she moved, the emerald silk of her gown began to melt, turning into the same oily black smoke we had seen at the Altar. "He showed me. He showed me a world where the weak are finally pruned. Where there are no 'Queens' or 'Alphas'—only the Void." She lunged across the table with a speed that defied physics. She wasn't a wolf, but she moved like a shadow, her body stretching and contorting. Killian intercepted her, his charcoal form colliding with her mid-air.

The city has a rich and dark history, filled with legends of vampires and supernatural creatures. That was what terrified Sarah the most; that perhaps those legends were true, she did not imagine being devoured by a legion of vampires, and that her poor body lay cold and dry, in some unknown place, that death was not something she wanted for her. Sarah is a twenty-five-year-old girl with a fair complexion and dark brown hair. She has large, expressive hazel eyes and a shy smile that is rarely shown. She is an intelligent and hard-working woman, with a reserved but curious personality.

My meat stick hurt and I couldn't wait for Rose's marshmallow-white breasts to squeeze it so she could suck on it. I was sure that Sarah was just being jealous. Sarah was the daughter of my father's second-in-command, Beta Negan. She was twenty-three years old and had yet to find a partner. Though Sarah was considered beautiful in New Moon Pack, she was no match for Rose. Sarah was rumored to have a crush on the Alpha of Sunset Pack, but I didn't think much of it because I had experienced Sarah's sexual prowess.

"Arthur, let me be clear: keep your head down and we can remain strangers. If you keep trying to control and threaten me, I’ll make sure you and Yvonne never have another day of peace." Sarah wasn't bluffing. While she didn't have Arthur’s vast wealth, she was now a member of the "Black Empire"—an elite hacking network that acted as an omnipresent eye. With their resources, she didn't fear his threats. Even if they went to war, he wouldn't necessarily win. Arthur stood frozen, staring at her as she walked away. It was only after her figure disappeared that he recovered, his hand curling into a fist as he smashed it against the wall in frustration.

She felt cold—not the clean, natural cold of the Frost-Walkers, but the hollow, soul-sucking chill of a graveyard. "You were always a mistake, Sarah," I growled, my voice a telepathic roar. "You chose a man who didn't know how to love, and now you're a slave to a man who only knows how to destroy." I funneled the Sun-Walker fire into my bite. The golden light exploded within her, the void-essence inside her screaming as it was vaporized by the purity of the solar energy. Sarah didn't bleed; she dissolved, her form turning into a shower of black sparks that vanished into the sapphire ice.

She also sells flowers and garden seeds. Sarah was raised by her mother while her dad walked out on her when she was 2. When her mom died when she was 14, an old witch took her in. Sarah found out that supernatural beings exist at that age and ever since then she started her own business. Sarah met Zack when a rogue werewolf killed the witch that took care of her when she was 21. Zack helped her through rough times and eventually got together. "Bruce, if there is something you aren't telling us, we will find out about and I can't protect you from the authorities," Zack warned. Zack has black hair covering his forehead and icy blue eyes.

“If you think that’s best. There’s nothing you can tell me now?” “Not over the phone, and I need to check something first. I’ll tell you everything as soon as I can. Stay safe. Maybe set a watch in case the… dogs come back. Don’t let Tim go too far away. Love you all.” Sarah’s hand tightens on the phone. She’ll crack the case if she’s not careful. “Love you, sweetheart, take care, keep in touch.” The call cuts off. “I… we… have to get up to Blackmarsh,” Sarah tells me, her fingers shaking as she lowers the phone. “Aiden… why might werewolves attack horses?”

“I'm on the next cleaning duty, Maya. I have to go.” “Alright. My doors are always open. Thank you.” “Goodnight.” I watched her leave before I got up. “I have to check out Sarah today.” I murmured to my wolf. She agreed. With a quick flush of adrenaline, I changed into someone darker. A black blouse, a scarf and a black skirt. I packed my hair into a neat bun before the scarf came on. Confident that I was unnoticeable, I set out to find Sarah and see what she was up to that night.

But what could she possibly do? "I want this fixed, and I want it fixed now!" Sarah yelled, her voice full of anger and frustration. She turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She was dressed all in black, her makeup dark and smoky. She looked like a woman on a mission, and she was determined to make things right. But what could she possibly do? She had to think of something, and fast. She stormed down the hall, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She needed a plan, and she needed it now.

“Take my cock baby.” Sarah pushed her ass against me, taking my entire cock inside of her. “Oh Uncle Oliver. I feel you! Please, keep going. Harder.” Jesus, this girl was amazing. She moved her hips back and forth along my cock, her slippery, tight pussy pulling on my dick like she was milking me. “You like that? You like my big dick in your tight little pussy?” I asked, pushing hard against her. “This…This position feels amazing. You feel so deep!” Sarah said in between grunts.