Sarah Black Twilight Novels & Stories

" Her eyes turned dark and red as the whole evil rogues fell to the ground. She removed all the dark energy from their body and sucked it into herself. It was a tiring and stressful process since she hasn't mastered how to use her powers. "All hail the alpha. “they all shouted with a loud howl. "All hail the alpha. “the roared louder Everybody hail the new Alpha female, and silently mourned the death of their beloved Alpha and mate. "Young Alpha what should we call you." "Call me, Alpha Black."

Did it make any sense? Not to me. I heard a blood curling scream and it followed some curses. Did Alex's circle got Sarah here to torture. No, no they would not do it. Then, I did the stupid thing ever. I ran into the woods towards the voice. I wish, I didn't. Because the scene was horrific. Sarah was naked, her eyes turned black. She had black marks all over her body and the worst part, her tongue. It was long, black, black saliva dripping all over.

I remember whispers about her falling ill but didn’t understand how horrifically sick she’d really been until now. Sarah is a Mystic. She’s different. It takes so much more energy to heal her. Healing her sucked my powers dry, and I feel… shockingly empty right now. It was like running a marathon and then getting hit by a bus, but she’s alive, and so are her twins.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

The low, guttural growls vibrating against my collarbone. "You are spacing out again." Sarah tossed a decorative pillow across the room. It smacked me squarely in the face. Snapping back to reality, I caught the pillow and glared at her. "I am not spacing out. I am mentally organizing my schedule." "Bullshit." Sarah laughed loudly, leaning against the doorframe holding two mugs of black coffee. She wore ripped jeans and a faded band t-shirt, looking entirely out of place for a woman who just spent three days hiding in a werewolf fortress. "You have that glassy, stupid look in your eyes. You're thinking about the Alpha."

She looked so innocent and pure when she wore white, but draped in the black silk, she looked utterly lethal. A primal instinct screamed at me to cancel the evening, tear that expensive fabric off her body, and eat her alive right there on the marble floor. But I had promised her a date. And I intended to collect my reward with her total submission. As she reached the final step, her amber eyes wide with a mixture of nerves and defiance, I stepped forward. I extended my hand, taking her small, trembling knuckles into my grip, and brought them to my lips, maintaining intense eye contact as I kissed the back of her hand. "You look spectacular, little swan."

One day they were happily going on with their lives and in an instant, they were living in a city of fire and blood. They came when the portal opened, demons, beasts, and shadows that appeared directly from nightmares. They poured from the mountains like a sickness, crawling down through the trees dragging darkness behind them. Crops rotted in their wake. Churches burned in their unholy fire, and no prayer could stop the hunger coming in waves. The people begged for mercy; none came. Not until she arrived. Sariyah. She stepped from the heart of the Black Woods, alone and cloaked in shadows, as the city writhed in what would have been its final hour. The skies split above her. The monsters tu

Aria woke at 5 AM to her alarm, her stomach tight with nerves. Today was the day. Her first official day as Sarah Mitchell, maid at Blackwood Estate. Her first real step toward accessing the greenhouse and saving her mother. And her first full day of being in close proximity to Damien Blackwood. She'd dreamed about him last night fragmented images that left her unsettled. Gray eyes that saw too much. That slight smile that felt like a promise and a threat. The way her body had responded to his nearness, heat flooding through her at a simple brush of his arm.

At least not today. She pushed to her feet, staring down at me with a hardness in her eyes that didn’t fit with her angelic features. I wanted to stand with her, but I couldn’t find the will to move. Suddenly, the air around us changed, becoming heavy and stale. My wolf began to whimper and all at once, I knew what was coming. “Sarah, don’t” I whispered, trying one more time to stave off the inevitable. But she never faltered. “I, Sarah Woods of the RedWoods pack, reject you, Finnick Cross, Beta of the Crimson Moon pack, as my Goddess-given mate.” Her voice was calm and steady as she spoke the words that destroyed me.

“You said it yourself Sarah. We’re nothing in the face of people like Pierce Blackwood. There’s nothing we can do without wealth or power backing us up. If I were to align myself with anyone, it would be Tami.” Sarah’s claws curled into fists. “Fine. Go to hell.” She screamed. Fuming as he resumed jogging.