Sarah Black Twilight Novels & Stories

"Why Sarah? Why not Sera or Diana or another Coalition leader?" "Because you're Beta. Visible but not the primary target. Hurting Sarah hurts you without triggering full Coalition retaliation the way attacking an Alpha would." Elena pulled up more evidence. "Sarah Blackwood is smart. She'd know that poisoning a Beta's mate would cause chaos and fear without immediately triggering war." "Where is she now?" "Unknown. She hasn't used credit cards in three months. No digital trail after the last hardware store purchase." Elena looked frustrated. "She's either very careful or completely off-grid."

A violent tremor ripped through the void, turning the stagnant gray expanse into a roaring tempest of black dust and cracking glass. Sarah shrieked as her form flickered uncontrollably, the stolen energy venting out of her in blinding arcs of dark lightning. ​She did not die. Instead, the liberated blood of the ancient contract pooled on the buckling floor, boiling into a thick, crimson mist that spiraled upward.

"I don't know. Just... did anything feel wrong? About that moment?" Sarah was quiet for a long moment. Then: "Yeah. Actually, yeah. For a second, right when your eyes turned black, I felt..." She struggled for words. "Like I was being watched. By something old. Something that shouldn't exist." She shivered. "It only lasted a moment. Then it was gone. But yeah, something felt very, very wrong." The void. The watchers. The black substance. It had been real. And somehow, Sarah had felt it too.

"You tell them politely and recommend they look elsewhere. Not every wolf is right for every pack. There's no shame in that." The door opened and a young woman entered, maybe early twenties, with nervous energy that reminded Eve of herself months ago. "Luna," the woman said, bowing her head respectfully. "Thank you for seeing me. I'm Sarah. Sarah Matthews." "Please, sit." Eve gestured to the chair across from them. "Tell me about yourself, Sarah. Why do you want to join Blackwood?"

Sarah opened her eyes wide, and the color disappeared from her face as she dropped the medical tray to the floor with a metallic crash. “What?! Killian, you are insane!” she shouted, her voice breaking from terror. “That serum is experimental poison! It’s designed to suppress the Goddess's signature at a cellular level! If you inject that shit into Ivy in this state... you are going to kill her!” *** POV: SARAH BLACKWOOD When I heard Killian's order, I felt my legs give way. I stayed completely static against the bedroom wall, hands trembling inside the pockets of my medical robe while the echo of his monstrous voice kept bouncing in my ears.

"You’ve been at that for three hours, Sarah. Usually, you complain after ten minutes that the pedal makes your ankles ache." "I’ve found my calling," Sarah replied, a small, secretive smile touching her lips. "I’m a woman of the arts now. A creator of connections." What Sarah didn't realize was that every wolf in the room could smell her intent. To a human, she was just a girl spinning yarn. To the residents of the Black Ridge, she smelled of desperate ambition, cheap rosewater, and the metallic tang of a secret. "She’s up to something," Fenris whispered, leanings toward Elara.

I saw a forest ahead and walked into it. Sarah was standing there, wearing black, as I watched she turned to me, then shouted in pain and fell to the ground. I could smell her bright blood and hear as her heart stopped beating. “Sarah!” I shouted, running toward her with feet that wouldn’t leave the ground properly. I tried to transform into my wolf, but nothing happened. It was dark, and when I finally reached where Sarah had been standing, there was nothing there but leaves and roots and grass. I called for her again. The canopy above me had grown thick, and all I could see were shafts of light that caught on the grit in the air and dappled the ground

The Beta muttered in disbelief. “Now we are name calling?” Sophia asked with sarcasm in her voice. Sarah on the other hand was deep into carefully studying Sophia’s blood. Her mind was working like a Rubik’s cube as she took notes inside her secret journal. She was not only thinking, she was also performing deep and complex mental mathematics and cataloguing. “This Dark matter is directly from Grimkeeper,” Sarah announced with her face close to the microscope. “Yes, I can feel it calling to me,” Emma replied.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

“Because he threatened to leave me and tell everyone I was crazy after I lost our baby.” “Did he threaten you?” “Yes.” “Do you have proof?” I looked at the camera. “Yeah,” I said. “I do.” Linda slid another paper across. The printed email. The lawyer’s pen stopped moving. “Operation Sarah,” Linda read out loud. “From David Blackham’s company email. To his legal team. 6 months before any of this happened. Detailing a plan to fake a pregnancy, isolate her from husband, and have her declared mentally unstable.”